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

Just as Kerr Cowell's words had barely escaped into this woman's ears, she seemed to have transformed into a tightly compressed spring and sprang upright in a split second.


Then, she quickly turned around, pressing her body tightly against the table.


Her face etched with terror as she turned to look behind her, at Kerr and his company, panting heavily: "Who... who are you?"


However, after a mere moment, the woman apparently recognized her situation, her expression changed as swiftly as a quick mask switch to serenity. She crisply said, "Please, players, return to the Amusement Park."


"Otherwise, you are responsible for the consequences."


With a calm look, Kerr glanced at the woman in front of him, paused, then pointed to the space behind her. "You might want to look behind you."


The woman appeared slightly startled, but after a moment, she turned to look behind her.


Behind her, outside the window, it was no longer the view of the amusement park.


Chapter 139: "Telecommunication fraud, it starts with you and me!"