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

With a calm expression, Boris looked up at the thin man standing before him. He hesitated for a moment before turning to the other two, not knowing where to begin.


Just a few days ago, they were still excited about embarking on a big heist together, but now, their passion seemed to have dissipated and they all appeared to be considering giving up.


At the moment, they were holed up in a dimly lit room in a rather remote house, which they had found as a temporary resting place.


Carney, who was part of their gang, spoke up with a complex expression: "The main thing is, as you know, we brothers have been law-abiding citizens all our lives. But now... we can't seem to get past this hurdle in our hearts."


"Besides, to tell you the truth, we don't really want to become a terrifying organization like Carl Jacob Company. We still have attachment to the federation."


Chapter 249: With this shot, North Creek City should be leaving this world.