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 sat calmly on the sofa, staring at the steaming cup of coffee on the tea table without speaking. The information in this conversation was somewhat overwhelming. The mastermind behind the power he had been looking for was not a Federation citizen, or any living creature, but an... Intelligent Brain?


He couldn't tell the truth from the lies in what this so-called Intelligent Brain said.


An Intelligent Brain with unquestionable logic abilities would be top-notch, and if this brain wanted to lie, it could deceive everyone.


No flaws could be found, neither in logical loopholes nor in micro-expressions.


He raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him.


There was a lot that the Intelligent Brain said; whether it was true or false, what was the meaning behind it?


Everyone's actions have meaning, and no one would want to talk nonsense just for the sake of talking.


Chapter 346: "You can call me 'staff'."_4