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

In this situation, he couldn't even modify his own timeline.


Because he didn't have any purpose at all.


How can one modify based on their feelings?


Unless he took out the Tragic Calendar now, glanced at it, and let himself fall into an emo state in twenty-four hours, maybe he could change the outcome of Ash City.


No, if he were in a sad state, he might do even more extreme things.


After all, he didn't have to torture himself to change the outcome of Ash City.


There's only one minute left until the return.


Kerr Cowell stood on the edge of a high-rise building's rooftop in North Creek City, overlooking this city with a satisfied expression, and gently nodded: "I hope you all enjoy my fireworks."


He not only bombed those 104 cities but also left some small gifts in the skies above them.


Chapter 290: "'Carl Jacob Company will always love and embrace peace, hoping that the federation will do the same.'"_4