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

Jonas Grey's eyes flickered with shock, and he couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth: "You mean, Mr. Carl Jacob is a Species Player who escaped from the out-of-control Battle of All Races?"


"It's possible, but the probability is not very high."


Irving Grey pondered for a moment before speaking up: "This out-of-control Battle of All Races has only just begun, so it's impossible for it to have hatched a player with such immense power. Moreover, according to the information we have..."


"People have tortured the players who escaped during the rampant Battle of All Races, and no one recognizes this person. Someone with this level of power wouldn't go unnoticed in their own Battle of All Races."


"Of course, we didn't continue digging into his identity."


"So as to avoid provoking Mr. Carl Jacob's hostility."


"So...Father, should we continue to work with Mr. Carl Jacob?"


Chapter 240: "On what grounds are you treating my company as a favor bestowed upon me?"