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

But now is not the time to think about this.


Irving Grey looks at the surveillance screens from his staff, and speaks with a serious tone, "It seems these people know our target, and a large number of them are gathering around us."


Kerr Cowell slightly nods without saying anything. These people pose no threat to him, but he has a feeling of discomfort.


This sense of information imbalance irritates him.


A series of commands are flashing in the guild channel!


'Boss location has appeared at No. 13 Abandoned Warehouse in Shell City!'


'All guild members, get there within ten minutes!!!'


'If you haven't had time to pick up your weapons from the warehouse yet, hurry the fuck up!!!'


'Killing this boss will definitely bring huge rewards, maybe even some kind of world-wide fame through the speakers!'


'The time to slay the boss! The day of fame for the guild!!!'


Chapter 336: "Hello, I'm looking for Barber SAYA."