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My Cannon Is Three-Kilometer-Wide

“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.

Medieval rabbit · Sci-fi
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724 Chs

Chapter 19: "The racial talent of the Elf Race is - becoming stronger with krypton gold!"

"Of course, of course."

The director stood up with difficulty, his eyes shining with greed and excitement. He shook Kerr Cowell's hand and asked, "How much do you want for the first batch of the Cold Wolf Gang?"

"For the first batch, let's start with 500,000."

"500,000?!"

The director's breathing halted, and his eyes filled with even more joy.

Although he was down on his luck, he could afford the 500,000.

However, this was just for the first batch, and as everyone knows, almost all initial collaborations are tentative and generally involve small quantities. Only after a smooth cooperation process, will the quantity gradually increase.

Since the first batch was worth 500,000, it would only increase later on.

He secretly swallowed, reached out to take the black credit card on the table, but Kerr stopped him.

"Don't be in a hurry."

Kerr Cowell shook his head and took back the card: "We'll pay when the goods arrive. How can we pay without seeing the goods?"

"Do you not know how to do business? Have you ever heard of paying after receiving the goods?"

"Well, then..."

The director retracted his hand resentfully, paused for a moment, and looked at Kerr Cowell before asking, "Tomorrow, can the Cold Wolf Gang prepare 5,000 semi-scrapped items and arrange a car to transport them?"

"No problem."

"How about the deposit...?"

"Dude, are you really naive or just pretending? If I give a deposit, how can I keep track of the payment?"

"Ahem, it's my oversight. So, we'll meet tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow. Looking forward to a pleasant cooperation."

"A pleasant cooperation."

...

After settling this matter, Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog left the Ruins Site under the watchful eyes of the security guards.

After walking a roundabout route and making sure no one was following them, they checked each other for locators or hidden listening devices before relaxing.

They walked a large circle and headed towards the back of the Ruins Site.

"Tsk tsk."

Scar Dog couldn't help expressing his excitement, "Mr. Jacob, does that fat guy really have that much power? Can he really get 5000 semi-scrapped items?"

"With 5000 semi-scrapped items, you can enhance so many times."

"Mr. Jacob, I have an idea, what if we buy a sniper rifle and enhance the gun barrel to 10,000 meters!"

"This way, when we are sniping enemies in the future, we can place the gun barrel on their forehead from 10,000 meters away."

"Within 10,000 meters, one shot could hit them; wouldn't this make us top snipers?"

"..."

Kerr Cowell sighed helplessly, "This idea would make a lot of people jobless."

"For example?"

"Like those guys with telescopes measuring wind speed next to snipers."

"Why does it seem like there are fewer human players around here?" Scar Dog wondered.

"A few months ago, we saw human players quite often, but now they are getting scarcer, especially in recent days, we haven't seen any."

"Could the human race be wiped out so quickly?"

"And we haven't seen any other alien races either."

"It shouldn't be wiped out."

Kerr Cowell shook his head: "The human players who have descended to this area are just a small group. Most of them should be hiding somewhere while others should have a much higher survival rate due to their racial talents."

"As for the alien race... We haven't seen any yet, but they might have descended in other places."

"After all, City 18 is just a small city, without a proper mechanical race population."

However, just at that moment—

Simultaneously, a voice rang in both of their ears.

'Ding, congratulations to player Arriba for successfully choosing the Titan Race.'

"Successfully obtained Titan Race's exclusive talent—Physical Ascension."

"In view of player Arriba being the first to activate the Titan faction in the Battle of All Races, the Titan faction will officially open in the Arena of All Races in the coming day."

"All people who have not chosen a race are free to choose whether to join the Titan Race."

Just as this voice sounded.

Another system voice rang out.

"Ding, congratulations to player Jonas Cowell for successfully choosing the Tripedal Race."

"..."

Very quickly.

A total of 95 messages opening different racial factions sounded all at once, and they all chose their declaration of war races.

Kerr Cowell listened carefully and found no information about the Mechanical Race opening a racial faction. It means that, just as the fat man said, the Mechanical Race had already opened its racial faction and was a surviving race from the last Battle of All Races.

"Why did so many people activate their race declaration of war books all of a sudden?"

Scar Dog was stunned for a moment and asked, somewhat bewildered, "Was this arranged? It feels like we're the only ones being banished to this place while everyone else is having a lively time."

However, before Kerr Cowell could speak.

A voice rang out again in the ears of all races.

"Ding, 97 races have all activated their factions."

"Kill Rankings open."

"Rankings are updated in real-time and settled at midnight every day."

"Rewards will be given based on different rankings when settled."

"The number of people on the leaderboard is limited to 100."

"ps: Daily settlement of the first-ranked person will receive extra rewards, which can cover the entire race."

Very quickly.

Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog suddenly found a virtual panel in front of their eyes, with the words 'Kill Rankings' on it, and currently, no one was on the leaderboard.

But very quickly.

A name appeared before their eyes.

"Ranking One, Human Race, Jack Shaw!"

"Alien Race Count Killed: 1."

"So, it means the calculations start from now?"

Scar Dog stared at the suddenly appeared kill rankings as if he had a thought, watching the names popping up, and the real-time changing rankings, and murmured while stroking his chin.

"I wonder if there's an Ant Race that's weak in strength but has a large population that we could farm to improve our record?"

Meanwhile, Kerr Cowell stared at the panel in front of him without speaking.

He had experimented with the panel, which seemed to be bound to his mind, and could be activated and retracted at will. When he first came to this world, there was no such thing.

Today, the director said that according to past practice, the event would start soon. He didn't know if he was referring to this.

Just that...

A gleam flashed in Kerr Cowell's eyes, he definitely couldn't compete for the rankings today.

But after he'd used the 5000 Semi-Scrap Items to enhance the gun turret tomorrow, the nearby City 18 was a blatantly wild monster refresh point.

If he didn't farm here, it would be a waste!

Just then—

Wait!

Kerr Cowell paused for a moment, and he saw a golden shovel icon flashing in the lower right corner. This icon looked a bit familiar.

It was four big characters.

"First Recharge Gift Pack!"

Without any hesitation, Kerr Cowell's eyes flashed with excitement, and he concentrated his thoughts on the First Recharge Gift Pack.

Very quickly.

A new panel popped up again.

"Ding, player's race detected as Human Race, unable to use First Recharge Gift Pack."

"This option is prepared for the Elf Race. Only the Elf Race can activate the First Recharge Gift Pack."

"The Elf Race's racial talent is—Get stronger with Krypton Gold!"