The Debate Over Goblin Cannons
Within the Sky Pit of the Goblin Ruins, Landen had been sitting back and watching two groups of minor rabble tear into each other when he suddenly noticed three Goblin Cannons aimed straight at him. In his mind, he was practically at the end of his rope.
The goblins swiftly loaded their iron bolts, then activated the magic cannons. The instant the bolts shot from the muzzles with a thunderous bang, Landen instinctively wanted to drop to the ground and take cover.
"What are you doing?" Blaze roared from beside him. The magic patterns across her horse's body turned into blazing flames in an instant, and a wall of fire surged forward to meet the bolts.
The rushing airflow altered the bolts' trajectories, while the intense heat instantly disabled the magic patterns on them. Driven by Blaze's fury, that wall of fire was faster and fiercer than even Wind Blade magic. By the time the few remaining iron bolts struck Landen, the gunners on the other side had already been reduced to ash.
Tap, tap, tap. The three iron bolts hit Landen's Magic Pattern Armor, but they could not even trigger its defensive magic before bouncing away. To Landen, they felt lighter than Blaze's earlier poke.
Landen's first artillery battle since arriving in this world ended just like that. Though he was on the winning side, a realization dawned on him at that moment.
Perhaps this world had not failed to develop firearms. Rather, after being tested on the battlefield, they had been eliminated by the more mature system of magic.
"Are you all right? Those goblin toys can't even compare to Wind Blades—how did they scare you this badly?" Blaze said disdainfully. "I feel like you're even more afraid of those things than you