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

Denny Lee sighed and didn't resist, his gaze drifted out the window as he murmured, "Mentioning CBD is meaningless now; we're almost ten thousand light years away from Good Cat Star. If everything goes as planned, I won't have any dealings with this organization anymore in this lifetime."


"It's a pity, though; I still have so many contribution points left unused within the 'CBD' Organization."


"Even if you brought me here, at least let me know in advance so I can use up those contribution points and then apply for some support from the organization before leaving. Coming empty-handed like this now feels like a waste."


"If I had told you earlier, would you have come?"


"Definitely not, I would have hidden far away."


"Well, there you go. Besides, I didn't know we'd end up here when I called you."


Chapter 352: "This is blasphemy against the Deity."