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

The commotion downstairs had already ended at this point.


Scar Dog emerged from the Illusion Gate, still excited. He clapped his hands, casually threw aside his blood-stained clothes, and said to Howard Lee in front of him: "It's done, let's go."


Howard Lee looked at Scar Dog helplessly: "You really have too much free time."


"How can you call this having too much free time?"


Scar Dog was obviously dissatisfied with this explanation and smiled: "I was in a good mood today, so I decided to play with them. Let's go, we should head back now."


At this moment, the mental state of the man and woman downstairs had noticeably deteriorated.


The girl had disheveled hair and was covered in thick blood. She was curled up in a corner, her eyes filled with terror, her body trembling non-stop, and her mouth uncontrollably muttering random words. She had clearly been scared to the point of madness.


Chapter 365: "I don't know why, but there has never been a moment when I felt such a sense of security."