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

The three of them stood by the window, looking down at the scene below without speaking, just silently appreciating it.


This kind of fight was more entertaining than their own.


It felt like watching a 3D movie, experiencing the intense and thrilling battlefield up close, it was quite satisfying.


Their battles, on the other hand, were difficult to observe. After a single cannon shot, all they could hear were the wailing of countless tormented spirits and the sight of a landscape resembling the apocalypse.


After extinguishing the spent cigarette butt under his foot, Scar Dog stared at the brightly lit city before him and grinned, "I like this reckless feeling in an alien city, kind of like the game Grand Theft Auto."


"An old one. The main theme is that you can enjoy absolute freedom in the city and do whatever you want."


Chapter 272: "Didn't your federation training tell you to stay away from those rich people?"