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

In front of them was a thickened version of a safe.


And what was inside happened to be a mold for a One-Star Item.


They didn't resort to violently destroying the safe, as who knew if the safe would self-destruct. To be on the safe side, it was better to kidnap the factory manager.


Scar Dog grabbed the factory manager by the hair, lifting his head so that his eyes stared straight at the safe in front of him.


"Brother, open it, and I'll let you live."


"You have three seconds to think about it."


This fat middle-aged man, with a frightened expression and enduring the severe pain on top of his head, hurriedly said, "My lords, listen..."


Behind the man's head, the sound of a gun being loaded could be heard.


Chapter 91: "It wasn't easy, Mr. Jacob. We've finally taken the first step, haven't we?"