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

Kerr Cowell gave a light nod: "Then let's wait for three hours; once you've restored your psychic energy, there's nowhere to run."


Meanwhile, two guards walked up from the side, removing the corpse of the Human Race Guardian. At the same time, a man with a square face solemnly stepped forward, standing in front of Kerr Cowell and others.


"I am Human Guardian Second Generation, responsible for the reconstruction of Fire Seed City and a series of tasks afterwards."


Scar Dog pondered, asking, "Don't you have a name?"


"That is an order from the Guardian Lord. From now on, successors will inherit the title of Human Guardian. If I die, the next successor will become Third Generation."


"Until the Human Race is completely settled."


"I see". Kerr Cowell gave a light nod, not saying anymore.


Chapter 202: "Curse Name": A Dab of Red Lips Tasted by Thousands._2