(Western Fantasy, Industrial Revolution, Farming, Gradually Upgrading Technology, Slow Heat, All Members' IQs Are Online)
The missile falls at a speed of 50 meters per second.
The speed at which the magic opens depends on the rate at which the caster chants.
The thickness of armor that bullets can penetrate is 5 cm.
"What exactly do you want to say?"
Lin Yi cleared his throat and turned his back to the shattered mountains.
What I want to say is, my lord, times have changed.
