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

Unexpectedly, they actually contacted each other again.


It was the other party who took the initiative to contact him.


On the other side of the video call, Charlie Lewis looked somewhat pale, as if he just came out of a sauna room. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, lowered his head slightly, rubbing his temples, "I was too sleepy the day before, and today I slept like the dead, just woke up."


"The pressure has been too high these days, I haven't dared to sleep much, but today I just can't hold it anymore."


After glancing at Charlie Lewis in the screen, Kerr Cowell paused and said casually, "I originally contacted you today to let you go to Good Cat Star, I need the world origin consciousness on Good Cat Star."


"But you responded a little late, I've already left that area and can't go back for now."


"Get ready, I'll come to see you tomorrow or the day after, and send you to Good Cat Star."


Chapter 330: "When people's hearts are scattered, it's hard to lead the team."_2