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

"The Ape Clan thought that by designing this event, they would surely win!"


"In the end, they were slapped hard in the face by Kerr Cowell again!"


Lance Lee looked at the scene on the screen in front of him with great pleasure, feeling as if all the depression in his heart had been drained away.


The little brother standing next to him looked at Kerr Cowell on the screen with curiosity and wondered, "How could he maintain his balance on the violently shaking vine?"


Lance Lee rolled his eyes impatiently, "If I knew that, I would be Kerr Cowell."


At this time, Scar Dog and the others sitting under the World Tree could finally put their hearts at ease.


Scar Dog's expression relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief, smiling and saying, "I knew Mr. Jacob's item wouldn't be wasted."


"Forget about the violently shaking vine."


Chapter 154: "Do you know the difference between humans and ape-men?"_2