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

Scar Dog frowned and said curiously, "Who would exchange for a Flame Spray-Gun that can only be blocked by phlegm?"


"Although our Flame Spray-Gun also has a peculiar smoking habit, at least it can spout fire and has decent power."


"In certain situations, it can be very useful."


"But that Flame Spray-Gun in the Altar Store is truly useless except for being blocked by phlegm."


"Who would buy this, surely not for disgusting the enemy during a fight?"


Scar Dog suddenly sustained his chin with his hand, ruminating, "Actually, it might not be that bad. If the enemy's combat power is greatly reduced initially, wouldn't the odds be in our favor?"


"Could this person be thinking the same?"


Kerr Cowell didn't answer. His face was solemn as he fixated on the information stream beside this item.


The person spending a few Blood Sacrifice Points to purchase a One-Star Item didn't affect him at all.


Just a One-Star Item was nothing to him.


Chapter 100: "What do you mean by what you said today?"