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

The faint voice on the wristwatch was clear and audible in the empty office!


Charlie Lewis swallowed nervously, his hands trembling as he hung up the call. He then looked at Carl Jacob and the others in front of him, his voice trembling as he asked, "Are you... human or ghost?"


Scar Dog stared expressionlessly at Charlie and said, "Are you running out of things to say with that little mouth of yours?"


Scar Dog understood and frowned, saying, "So, you mean that when we entered, our bodies were stiff at the entrance of the Sand Gate, and our eyes were wide open and unconscious, staring at you?"


"And I took a photo at that time, but for some reason, the photo disappeared."


Charlie, like a pecking chicken, glanced seemingly casually at the feet of Carl and his companions before letting out a slight sigh of relief. He asked tentatively, "Don't you have any memory of this?"


Chapter 319: "Aren't you afraid that this god will suddenly come back to life?" _2