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

Kerr Cowell remained silent, his face calm as he leaned on his walking stick, standing in place and patiently waiting below.


It was only after a few short months that he now felt a sense of security.


Next, as long as the Human Players are successfully picked up after the Auction Ground of Ten Thousand Races ends and settled in a proper place, his task would be considered complete.


The experiences of his first half seemed to be not as rich as these past few months.


Scar Dog next to him suddenly froze and looked somewhat baffled at the panel projected in the air in front of him. He couldn't believe it: "Mr. Jacob, do you remember the 'Nightlife Commerce Association'? It's the one that I once cooperated with!"


Chapter 370: It's normal for a chaotic force to be a little chaotic. _2