A 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

First, they took off all their clothes and were then escorted not far away, not knowing what they were going to do.


The whole scene looked extremely chaotic.


Tens of thousands of people crowded at the light gate entrance, and it was hard to maintain order with the constant sound of gunfire.


But overall, things were still going in an orderly fashion.


Standing a few meters away from Kerr Cowell and the others, more than a dozen human players with rifles on their faces yelled, "Raise your hands or we'll kill you without mercy!"


Scar Dog looked helplessly at the excited and tense human players in front of him, "Do you see who is behind me?"


"Put those millet guns in your hands down, there's no need to be so tense."


Chapter 142: "Chen...Kerr Cowell?"_2