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

"So far, everything is going smoothly."


Kerr Cowell glanced at it and casually replied.


"Well, you don't have to report everything to me, just good news or bad news is enough. You're not my subordinate; we're in a cooperative relationship."


He stood in place, watching the sun that had gradually revealed half of itself, standing on the tree branch with an enjoying expression, stretching lazily. If Black Europe Corporation doesn't have any issues this time, then the 200 million items arriving would be a massive surprise for him.


At that time, it should give the Federation an even bigger surprise.


It's just that he had been drawing too much attention lately, the Federation probably couldn't take it anymore, and the next move might be a thunderous blow.


Unknowingly, it's been almost four months since he arrived at the Battle of All Races.


It felt like it hadn't been long, but it seemed a long time had happened.


Chapter 292: "Directly Fill the Galaxy with One Billion Gugol Gun Turrets!" (Ten Thousand Character Chapter!)_6