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 became curious and while tidying his clothes, he asked, "What kind of global event is this? Tell me about it."


Scar Dog pulled out a folding stool from his embrace, sat on the ground, lit a cigarette, and stuck it in his mouth. After spitting out some phlegm, he began to explain his idea with a sigh.


"I really put a lot of effort into this global event."


Then, he glanced at the slime that had suddenly appeared on the ground and paused for a moment. Turning his head towards Maxwell Ewell, he said seriously, "It's a pity that you aren't on Blue Star, struggling to create a civilization city with this talent of yours."


"This talent is quite good, even after peace comes, you will at least have something to do in your old age."


Maxwell scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "I will change this next time, it seems a bit like a conditioned reflex."


"No need to change, it's pretty good like this."


Chapter 219: The greatest talent of the Human Race is having no talents like Frederick Gilbert.