Several enormous golems blocked his path to the crystal table holding the God Statue.
Romon tried to conceal himself with a spell, but to his surprise, he found that he could not use magic inside this palace.
This is an illusion formation, so it makes sense that I can't use spells. But how am I supposed to deal with them?
Romon felt a headache coming on. He touched his longsword. It was still there.
That gave him some confidence. Even without magic, his exceptional combat experience and skills gave him a fighting chance against these golems.
An intense killing intent soon radiated from the golems, and now Romon was truly startled.
How could golems, which should have shown no signs of life, possess killing intent?
It seemed he really needed to be careful. With that thought, he swiftly drew his longsword and met their charge.
His strength was as high as 15, already meeting the threshold for a Novice Knight!
His agility was 17, approaching the limits of humanity. In short bursts, he could rival a leopard's speed, surpassing most thieves and far exceeding ordinary knights.
With a constitution of 16, his stamina was almost comparable to a knight's.
Together, these attributes were enough to let him fight, even without spells or battle aura.
With a thunderous crash, Romon knocked one of the golems over with his sword. The impact shook a layer of corrosion from its surface, revealing gleaming gold beneath.
Fearless, the golems continued charging at him.
Romon stepped back, weaving swiftly through the gaps.
Yes, the golems are slow. That's my only chance! Romon unleashed the unpredictable swordsmanship he had learned from thieves. Even without the aid of spells, he fought on.
The joints! Sever their joints, and I win! Romon shouted inwardly.
For some reason, however,