"It's already too late."
Pylos looked at the rows of Golden Sons standing outside the walls of the base.
Greene was silent.
They were quite surprised—when did these people finish assembling!
And it was at such a close distance, yet it didn't catch their attention at all.
It was common knowledge that the more people there were, the noisier they were.
The assembly of several thousand people was extremely noisy.
The Golden Sons, however, proceeded in a surprising state of silence.
If before they had caught the Golden Sons off guard, now it was they who had been surprised by the Golden Sons.
The situation had completely reversed.
"Greene, about how much magic power is left in the golem?"
"Two more hours of activity at most," Greene said slowly. "The extent of the Golden Sons' stubbornness has completely surpassed our expectations."
They were done for.
