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

Meanwhile, during the 24 hours of the Guardian of Fire Seed City event.


Halfway through, the Racial Kill Rankings were calculated.


Kerr Cowell took the first place again.


After all, at that time, in the activity of guarding Fire Seed City, Kerr Cowell had started killing indiscriminately, with rampaging artillery fire spreading unrestrained.


Under such circumstances, who the hell could compete with Kerr Cowell.


And this time, the racial award for taking the first place in the Racial Kill Rankings is still a random One-Star Item.


Most of the Human Players had only a handful of One-Star Items, and they all got them as rewards for Kerr Cowell claiming the first place in the Racial Kill List.


As soon as Kerr Cowell lay down in the armored vehicle, turned on the air conditioner, and was about to take a good sleep before dealing with any other matters, he suddenly opened his eyes, expressionless.


Chapter 150: Which man can refuse a woman who willingly comes to his door?