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

Jimmy Ward tightened his tie and looked ahead with a serious expression, like a gentleman, walking briskly ahead with his head held high behind Mr. Carl Jacob.


All of them wore flower shirts with suit pants, but he alone added a blue tie outside his flower shirt. He didn't care whether this looked odd, because when a person reached a certain level, they would gradually stop caring about the opinions of others.


And their reason for walking so arrogantly on the Administrative Main Star of the Federation, Zimei Star, was their full confidence.


Confidence came from the Resurrection Items they carried on their bodies.


With ten thousand Resurrection Items on them, they didn't even know what kind of crisis could kill them.


Kerr Cowell's mouth slowly lifted into a smile, walking in the front of the team with one hand leaning on his walking stick. Their destination was naturally to find the "staff".


Chapter 366: "But this voice, why does it sound a bit familiar?"