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 glanced at the message Irving Grey sent on the tablet in front of him, lightly raising his eyebrows, and chuckled, "Communicate with me?"


"Scar Dog, do you think this person has good or bad intentions?"


Scar Dog shook his head helplessly: "I don't know, but I feel like this person is courting death. Didn't he investigate what happened on Orange Star? Or did he already investigate and still have the guts to provoke us?"


"We were clearly staying in the Battle of All Races, planning to be good people for a while."


"But it always feels like someone doesn't want us to be good people."


Kerr Cowell shook his head and said without further comment, "Connect the communications, I want to see what this man has to say."


"Young Master Drake, I like dealing with these wealthy playboys. They should all be quite rich, right?"


The video communication was quickly connected.


Chapter 292: "So you are very strong?" _4