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

This Flame Spray-Gun was a quirky one they had acquired before.


But they hadn't had the opportunity to use it, and to a large extent, its sole purpose was to keep Scar Dog company.


Howard Lee suddenly furrowed his brows, got up immediately, and hurried to Kerr Cowell, saying, "Mr. Jacob, someone is coming."


Again, a green light point emerged from the light gate.


Kerr Cowell slightly raised an annoyed eyebrow, "Do you think I should put the gun turret directly at the light gate entrance next time? We have visitors popping out randomly, and it's quite annoying."


The green light point, too, moved straight toward the World Tree without hesitation.


Kerr Cowell, lounging on a chair, saw the visitor clearly—Caleb Lewis, the Human Guardian.


"How many times do you have to come here in a day?"


Chapter 169: Turns out, I spent three years opening it up easily, and another three years refining and learning after losing.