A 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

"How is Jimmy Ward handling things over there?"


Kerr Cowell lay in the chair, stopped thinking about the 'Vacuum Bomb', and turned his head to look at Scar Dog.


"Something about waiting for the right timing, but it should be soon. After all, it's just such a small matter of snatching a person from the Federation's hands. There's little chance of failure for such a trivial matter."


Kerr Cowell nodded lightly and stopped talking, closing his eyes again, not knowing what he was thinking.


Jimmy Ward stood in front of a wall, swinging a golf club in his hand, looking satisfied at the virtual screen on the wall in front of him. He casually threw the golf club to a man in black next to him, and after stretching, he turned his gaze to Boris Koch, who was sitting nearby.


"How's that? Hole-in-one, is it alright?"


Chapter 266: "Senior, how do you usually deal with those who betray you?"