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

Maxwell Ewell and Howard Lee glanced at each other, furrowed their eyebrows, pondered for a bit, and then said: "It does seem harder to encounter Mutated Beasts lately."


"I remember when we first arrived in this world, Mutated Beasts were quite common."


"Although they mostly appeared at night, they could occasionally be seen during the day."


"But recently, it seems that we can hardly see any Mutated Beasts, not even at night."


Scar Dog nodded, took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it up, and then sat on a swing, swaying slightly: "Originally, I wanted to create an automatic monster-killing perpetual motion machine."


"But... The number of Mutated Beasts has obviously decreased sharply."


"Do you think it's possible that there is a fixed number of Mutated Beasts, and as players continue to kill them, their numbers also decrease?"


Chapter 156: "Brother Jiang, look what we found?!"