Medieval rabbit

“A qualified Artillery Master must have enough attack range! That is why it’s reasonable for me to have a 3-kilometer-wide cannon,” Kerr Cowell said as he watched the people around him react with dumbfounded reactions after his firework display.
Tens of thousands of different races were thrown to another world and forced to wage wars against each other. That marked the start of a new world where survival was the sole focus.

My Cannon Is Three-Kilometer-Wide

"I remember there's a limit for the Human Horn, like it can only hold up to 200 characters, right?"


Scar Dog looked skeptically at the speaker pop-up in front of him and said, "This message clearly exceeds 200 characters, doesn't it?"


Kerr Cowell paused for a moment and then casually said, "The limit is 200 characters. If you exceed that, every extra character will cost an additional 2 Merit Points."


"So, Mr. Jacob, what do we do now? Do we stop?"


"Stop?" Kerr Cowell raised his eyebrows, looked at City 18 not far away, and sneered, "What a joke."


"When we first arrived in this world, the mechanical race hybrids of City 18 hunted us relentlessly. That scene is still fresh in my memory."


"Now that I have a chance to take my revenge, how could I possibly stop?!"


"Screw the big picture! I, Kerr Cowell, want revenge, and no one can stop me!"


Chapter 50: Kerr Cowell, immediately expelled from the Human Race!