The intelligent golem stood up almost completely unscathed.
Roland, or his torso, was lying on the sand.
It seemed to be the golem's victory.
The Legendary Mage who observed the scene on the city wall nodded in satisfaction. He was proud of the strong, hardy, intelligent golem, a masterpiece of the Spatial Magic Tower.
Then, he frowned, because he found that the Golden Sons from the four squares were cheering in joy.
"What's their problem?" The Legendary Mage couldn't be more confused. "The golem is clearly safe and sound, yet your Roland has wasted abundant magic power."
Unlike him, the players could see the HP bar.
In their eyes, the intelligent golem had already lost 4% of its HP even though it looked fine on the surface.
Roland had done what four thousand of them had done collectively. It was more proof that the golem wasn't invincible.
Was it not something that was worth cheering for?
