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

Kerr Cowell nodded with a smile, didn't say another word, and walked into the house with Scar Dog.


They saw the barber put down the thing in his hand that he was using to eat. He picked up a gilded book from the side with a serious face, put it on the table, and looked at Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog. He started talking earnestly.


"Although I don't know who recommended you guys here."


"But since you found this place, it means that you two brave men are destined to be with me."


"I have a secret, passed down from my ancestors, inside the basement of an ancient castle outside the city, there's a treasure left by my ancestors, who used to be builders of that castle."


"During the construction of the basement, they found a treasure."


"But at that time, the owner of the ancient castle would conduct a body search on the workers every time they left the castle, my ancestor had no way to take the treasure out."


Chapter 337: "This force, feels... seems to be a bit more troublesome than the Federation."