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

Kerr Cowell didn't even lift his head, carefully trimming his fingernails, and spoke casually: "Whether you give it or not doesn't matter, I just want to play around with it. I'm sitting here, and I want to see what you can do to me."


"Bring the warship directly over here and aim the main gun at me, maybe I will admire the 'Ervin Hawk Tax Collection Company' a bit more."


He raised his head and casually glanced at the hourglass on the table, which had already run out of sand and raised his eyebrows slightly.


The man sitting across the table could no longer control his emotions and shouted angrily, "The sand in your hourglass definitely didn't last ten minutes. It's been less than seven minutes!!"


Kerr Cowell looked at the man annoyingly: "I said it's time, then it's time. Don't you know that the time of chaotic forces is always chaotic?"


Chapter 287: "I dare to cleanse the Orange Star once, do you?"_4