Although the intelligent golem had secured a triumph, it couldn't really continue attacking the enemy.
Its biggest limitation was still a lack of energy.
Even though its energy regeneration was much faster with the injected human soul, it was not as fast as its consumption.
It was rather annoying that the Golden Sons kept attacking every day.
"We have to end this." Greene clenched his fists and bashed the table. "I'm serious. If this goes on, our morale will be affected. Besides, the intelligent golem's soul and body aren't fused yet, and its full strength can't be carried out."
"But the Golden Sons are undying. It won't be easy to deal with them." Pylos rubbed his eyebrow. "To some extent, they're even trickier than undead creatures. We can use magic and theurgy of the light class to cope with undead creatures, but the Golden Sons have few vulnerabilities."
