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

Gazing at the daily necessities that Finn Bush had prepared for his last moments of life.


She let out a sigh, placed the tablet beside her, and knew that she liked watching TV series with Finn, not watching them alone. Without Finn, she didn't want to do anything.


Since it's like this, let's sleep together then.


She lay down slowly beside Finn, gathered all her Divine Power into her right palm, and then smashed it toward her own skull!


However... it didn't cause any injuries.


The Divine Power returned to her body as if it had returned home when it touched her skull.


Deities don't have the right to commit suicide.


She lay expressionlessly in Finn's arms, gazing at the barrier's ceiling, closing her eyes slowly, as her hatred for the Federation grew rapidly at this moment.


She wanted to revive Finn but couldn't.


She wanted to commit suicide but couldn't either.


She was like a piece of trash, unable to do anything.


Chapter 360: "What I mean is, you shouldn't be an atheist, right?"_3