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

"I just want to control my own life, but they want to control the entire world."


Jimmy Ward stood outside the car, hands in his pockets, covered in specks of blood, a mysterious smile lifting the corner of his mouth, looking at Carl Jacob and others not far away without speaking.


By now, anyone who isn't blind can probably see what people like Carl Jacob Company want to do.


If they're not after money or fame, what else are they after?


In life, one must always seek something.


As for why they still haven't left even after seeing through this...


First, they can't leave anymore; getting on is easy, getting off is hard.


Second... it seems quite interesting as well; everyone's death is inevitable, no one can avoid it, so making one's life leave a mark in history before death comes is quite interesting.


At this moment, Carl Jacob and the others were interrogating the soldiers.


But they couldn't get anything out of the interrogation.


Chapter 334: "Who listens to the dialogue in games if they are serious people?"_2