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

Everyone in the room looked puzzled, staring at Vic Bush, who remained silent.


Those who had the privilege to stand here were not insignificant figures. They seldom encountered anyone uttering such profanities into their ears.


Although Vic Bush was a man of the same caliber, his rudeness was like an argumentative market woman!


The man standing at the lectern, lighting up in this event, didn't seem angry at all. They had tried many times to find any type of offense against Vic Bush, who always remained silent. Also, they did not have the power to frame Vic Bush.


This charge was quite impromptu, without any real intention of blaming Vic Bush. The actual plan was to wait for a refusal or deny from Vic Bush, and then bring up the crime of Vic Bush invading the Federal Military Research Department without authorization.


This was what they had actually planned.


Chapter 355: "Rise again, my love!!!"