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

Martin Dovlin, with his hands behind his back, looked expectantly at the Mutated Beasts struggling inside the valley: "There's less than twenty minutes left before the Beast Tide Assault event starts."


He could hardly contain the excitement in his heart, looking back at his own Mechanical Race City: "Has the surrounding area been cleared?"


A subordinate standing next to him spoke seriously: "All the nearby Alien Race gamers have been slaughtered, and the information here is basically unlikely to have been leaked."


"Only... only yesterday, a human player saw No. 89 City."


"That human player had too many items on him and was not caught up with."


"But it's just a human player, it shouldn't be a problem."


Chapter 165: "So, what kind of pretense are you putting on?"_2