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

"Furthermore, Lori's death can't be delayed for long. In terms of business means, I'm not as good as my father-in-law. He's been in the business longer, and I don't think I can beat him."


"Also, he's been on guard against me all these years."


"Might as well keep things simple. Once she's dead, the rest can be sorted out gradually. Tonight, many people on Alien Star are focused on the out-of-control Battle of All Races, so it's a good opportunity."


"To be honest, I don't really want you to gradually move toward chaotic forces, because that would greatly increase my chance of death. I haven't been conscious for long, and I really don't want to die."


After a pause, the badge hanging on Jimmy Ward's chest continued, somewhat embarrassed: "If you insist on using me, could you let me try a Three-Star Item first? I've never tried one and I don't want to leave with regrets."


Chapter 240: "On what basis do you treat my company as a favor to me?"_2