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

"Just look at Howard Lee. Mr. Jacob takes him everywhere, and with that Map Manifestation ability, he's a core team member."


Maxwell Ewell took his gaze away from the arena and looked curiously at Eddison Ward, who had a cigarette in his mouth, "Weren't you a non-smoker?"


"Is that important? I'm talking about serious stuff here."


"Alright, alright. The serious stuff is that we don't have a choice in this."


Maxwell spread his hands helplessly, "That's the truth, we can't change it. We can only be thankful that Mr. Jacob hasn't given up on us."


"Then that's it, why worry about things you can't change?"


Eddison stared expressionlessly at Maxwell and said after a moment of silence, "Do you think following Mr. Jacob is like being a civil servant, never to be fired? If you don't contribute, who would want to keep playing with you?"


"It's not about not contributing, it's just that our talents might not be suited for direct combat."


Chapter 348: "'Mathilda Duff' is Dead."