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

Not far from No. 89 City in the wilderness.


With an emotionless face, Joyce Cooper looked at Kerr Cowell's more than 2 million Mutated Beast kills on the rankings, then couldn't help but sigh and click her tongue again. "Little Eight, why did this situation turn out like this?"


"I already told Martin Dovlin not to send out a speaker, but he refused to listen."


"As a result, as soon as his speaker went off, a cannon appeared within one minute."


"Originally, I had lost my executioner team captain identity. Now, suddenly, it's back in my arms."


Upon hearing this, the subordinate sitting in the driver's seat of the armored vehicle angrily hit the accelerator, and the armored vehicle instantly shot forward like an arrow. He then continued the conversation.


"Lord Joyce Cooper, are we leaving like this? Isn't this a bit cowardly?"


Chapter 168: Three-Star Artifact "Time Anchor Point"!