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

Scar Dog stood expressionless behind Kerr Cowell, not uttering a word. But the gun barrel in his hand was trained on the Second Generation Human Guardian, ready to pull the trigger at a moment's notice.


On the other hand, Howard Lee and the others stood behind Cowell hopelessly, with no guns in their hands.


In fact, if Cowell decided to attack, it wouldn't matter whether they were armed or not. Cowell was capable of handling the situation on his own.


What puzzled them was that the Second Generation Human Guardian didn't seem a fool, but inexplicably had such a perilous mindset. They guessed that if the First Generation Human Guardian knew what the successor he'd chosen was up to, he'd probably tear the Second Generation Human Guardian apart.


The Human Guardian began to explain with a bitter look on his face, "I feel obligated to clarify a few things. Firstly...I had nothing to do with this. This proposal was not mine, and in the end, I used my one veto power."


Chapter 402: Building Defensive Items in a Four-Star City.