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 landed on the ground as if he were a gentleman from the Middle Ages - he wasn't injured at all, his legs didn't even bend, and his expression didn't change in the slightest.


Below him, the Self-controlled Rotating Turret of Steel Sword was withdrawn back into his spatial ring the moment it finished firing.


Scar Dog stared blankly at Mr. Jacob falling from the sky and muttered after a while, "Mr. Jacob, this isn't how we agreed to get past the first level."


Kerr Cowell shook his head and said casually, "The other ways are too troublesome."


"Alright...I just never saw a gun turret being used as a means of transportation before."


"As long as your defense is strong enough, you can use a nuclear bomb for transportation too."


"True enough, if there's something as illogical as sword flight, using a nuclear bomb to fly should make sense too."


Chapter 222: "Allow every Species Player to have a gaming experience."