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

Countless human players gathered together, a sea of black, heads bound in white cloth, their eyes rimmed with red, they bowed towards the direction of Fire Seed City.


This may have been the largest memorial in the history of the human race.


Among them, many didn't even know the human players who died in this disaster.


They were not relatives, nor friends, they didn't have any connection to each other.


But they still felt sorrow, they still felt rage, they still felt a surge of distress welling up in their chests with nowhere to vent!


Kerr Cowell slowly straightened up, looking silently at the ruins of Fire Seed City in front of him, and said, "Rest assured, the humans will indeed triumph."


At this time, the Second Generation Human Guardian took a deep breath, his eyes slightly red, clenched his fist and shouted in a low voice, "Rebuild!"


Chapter 210: Who uses 7.62mm bullets in their AKs in all seriousness? Don't they all use nuclear bombs?