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

They're really treating him like he's nothing.


But he was interested in what this man said, willing to fund more One-Star Items for him just to see him do more, until he's placed in a museum.


He raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at the man in the screen, who called himself Young Master Drake.


Young Master Drake's expression was calm, and he casually nodded: "Basically, my family owns this entire Good Cat Star area."


"Impressive. Then send me another 1 billion One-Star Items, let's see your power."


Young Master Drake hesitated, a hint of a smile flashed across his eyebrows: "Not bad, you don't seem scared at all. It looks like you're pretty confident. You should know that none of the people I've targeted before were not terrified."


"And many of them even came to me, pleading, offering expensive gifts, even their own wives."


Chapter 292: "So you are very strong?" _6