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

A hint of bewilderment flashed across Daisy Dormer's face. She bit her lip and fell silent for a moment before starting to place the noodles into the boiling water nearby, preparing to cook.


When she had put in the noodles and saw the seasoning ingredients to her side, a sudden feeling of injustice gripped her, and she said in a trembling voice, "I... I don't know how to cook noodles."


Scar Dog's expression instantly turned cold: "Then you have no reason to exist."


On hearing those words, Daisy Dormer suddenly heard the sound of a gun being cocked behind her. A hint of fear flashed in her eyes, "Don't, I..."


At this moment, Kerr Cowell who was sitting nearby said casually, "Enough Scar Dog, you've had your fun. Stop it."


Scar Dog shrugged and slowly put down the shotgun he was holding, clearly having no intention of playing anymore.


Chapter 152: "Event: Jump into the pit of fire together globally, don't be allowed to get out unless you survive"