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

Howard Lee looked at Scar Dog with a slightly speechless expression: "What's in your head? Although I know I used to play wild at the construction site, it was a helpless move, okay? In reality, I'm still a normal person."


"Don't compare me with Jimmy Ward. That kind of person has transcended mortals, and ordinary people can't surpass him."


"This is, after all, a Sleeping God. Even if the Divine Power is exhausted inside, it should still be useful, right?"


"For example, we can bring it back to nourish our Father of the Blue Star?"


"Although this thing has little to do with the world origin consciousness, a sleeping god should be able to nourish the Father of the Blue Star to some extent, right?"


Chapter 318: "Congratulations, you've successfully made it ashore."