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

Wei Yan stood beside the bed, looking at Xiaoya who was asleep, silently staying for a moment before leaving the room, gently closing the door.


On the rooftop of a high-rise in Shell Silver Star.


Wei Yan stared at Carl Jacob with a gloomy face, word by word, "I've said before, I just want a normal life. I don't care about that damn federation, let alone your plans."


"What do you mean by threatening me again and again?"


"Do you really think I have no temper?"


Kerr Cowell smiled subtly, shaking his head seriously, "I didn't threaten you again and again. This is my first time threatening you."


"Actually, I didn't want to use the word 'threaten', but I had no choice. If I didn't make my words heavier, you might not have come."


"After all, I don't know where you are, so I can't exactly come to visit you."


Chapter 375: "As expected, it's much easier to steal someone else's business than to start one from scratch."