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

"Hey, hey, hey, this is going farther and farther from your stance. You are supposed to be enemies."


Jimmy Ward paused for a while with a calm expression and said softly, "But are all those soldiers who are desperately fighting for the federation doing so because they truly love the federation from the bottom of their hearts?"


"Sometimes a person's stance and actions are not the same, but that doesn't mean they are at odds."


"I hope that's the case, but if it really happens, we will still be enemies."


Kitty curled up, trembling slightly, and crawled into Finn Bush's clothes, pressing her body tightly against his.


Finn Bush's body was gradually becoming cold, his bodily functions had already stopped working.


Mortals in such a state were usually close to The Seventh Day.


She was just a bit fearful, a strong sense of fear constantly rising in her heart.


Chapter 361: "No one in this world is clean, and I'm no exception." _2