I, the Weakest Human, Start with a Hundredfold Bonus Talent！

"What's the matter, out of tricks? The army you spent so much money and effort training turned out to be completely useless. Seeing this, how do you feel?"

In fact, this was John's first time facing Caliban, the City Lord of Talcavano, directly. Compared to Elaria, the man before him fit the image of a leader much better: confident, domineering, and strong-willed.

Even now, with his entire guard force in a state of indulgence, completely ignoring his commands, Caliban stood tall, utterly unconcerned.

"They're just a bunch of fools. I never expected them to stop you. I just didn't think they'd fail to even buy some time."

"Don't act like you have everything under control. What trump card do you have left to turn the tide?"

Caliban smirked and raised his hand, pointing upwards.

John followed the direction of his finger and saw over a dozen golems crashing down, one after another, landing in front of Caliban!

Seeing this, John narrowed his eyes, his expression growing serious.

The sudden appearance of more than a dozen golems took John by surprise. He hadn't expected Caliban to have dealings with a golemancer, let alone have the resources to create so many golems at once.

"This is my trump card. You were right; Minefield No. 1 was never depleted. I sealed it off myself.

Can you imagine how I felt when I discovered ancient golemancer ruins in Minefield No. 1 with sixteen perfectly preserved golems?

I am the king of Talcavano!

Crush them!"

With a grunt, Caliban activated the sixteen golems.

Their eyes glowed with a sinister red light, all focusing on John simultaneously.

The golems' laser cannons locked onto John, ready to fire!

Seeing this, John's heart tightened. He spread his wings, grabbed Uncle Mac by the collar, and soared into the sky, narrowly avoiding the deadly barrage!

If struck simultaneously by sixteen golems, death would be certain!

"What kind of luck is this?" John muttered, "Just digging for minerals and finding perfectly intact golems? Why can't I have that kind of luck?"

John sighed, hovering high above the clouds. "Uncle Mac, this is a big problem. With so many golems, there's no way to get close to Caliban.

If we get tangled up, we might not make it out alive. So, my suggestion is to retreat. Minefield No. 1 isn't going anywhere. We can come back and deal with it when we have the strength."

"Isn't there any other way?"

"I don't see any. Uncle Mac, can you please not be so stubborn? If we're not careful, we'll both lose our lives here!"

"...John, I'm truly sorry. I shouldn't have dragged you all into this. So, let me go. I'll handle this myself."

"Handle it? How? By going down there to die? Do you see those things? They can crush you into pulp in an instant! Is a mine really that important?

More important than your companions, more important than your own life?"

John couldn't understand it. He didn't want to leave Uncle Mac alone to handle this, but if Uncle Mac was so stubborn and determined to see this through, what could he do?

"Sometimes, certain things are more important than life itself. I don't want to burden you or anyone else.

So go back, John. Continue your journey. When you see Exiled Immortal and the others, tell them I'm sorry. I might not be able to continue traveling with you."

"Why are you so stubborn! What good will this do you? Do you think others will be grateful for your sacrifice?"

"I'm not doing this for gratitude. It's what I should do. You're right, I know I can't beat those golems.

If it weren't for you, I would have been vaporized by those beams. But if no one is willing to stand up and make this sacrifice, no one will dare to resist."

At that point, Minefield No. 1 would truly become Caliban's exclusive property. And in a few years, if his greed grows even more and he decides to annex Mine No. 3, what then?

By then, Talcavano, the city of forging and a hundred races, will be nothing but an empty name.

"Alright, I've said enough. I don't expect you to understand me. Let me go. If my death can awaken the courage of others, then so be it."

Uncle Mac forced a smile. "At least I resisted, unlike those cowards hiding in the crowd."

"...I should never have agreed to Exiled Immortal's request. None of this mess would have happened."

John pinched the bridge of his nose, then dove down and placed Uncle Mac in a safe spot. "Stay here, so I don't have to worry about protecting you. Just this once, can you listen to me?"

"John, you really don't have to..."

"Stop. It's all pointless talk. We'll deal with this later."

With that, John turned back and returned to the center of the battlefield.

Seeing John return, Caliban was visibly surprised and mocked, "You dare to come back? I thought you had already run off with your tail between your legs."

"I originally planned to, but unfortunately, I know an old stubborn man who refuses to give up. So, I have no choice but to dismantle all this junk."

"You think you can?"

"Let's find out."

As the words fell, black flames erupted, covering John's entire body and transforming into a flaming spear.

John dashed forward, thrusting the spear straight at the golem's core!

However, the heat resistance and hardness of the Silver Flame Rock were exceptionally high.

The flaming spear only left a shallow white mark on its surface, nothing more.

"Damn, this is tough. Now I understand why golemancer's legacy almost vanished."

With enough materials and time, one could build an entire golem army. It's no wonder multiple races banded together to eliminate such a threat.

Laser beams shot towards him.

John vibrated his wings and dodged, constantly maneuvering within the limited space.

He had to maintain the range of the Indulgence mist while evading golem attacks, which quickly drained his energy.

If Exiled Immortal were here, dealing with these golems would be much easier.

A tornado could lift these iron lumps into the sky, and when they fell, they'd all turn into scrap metal!

Even if Qing were here, he could tear these big guys apart one by one.

In the end, John still lacked powerful offensive means.

But just then, Seraphina's voice suddenly echoed in his ear.

"John, where did you find these little toys I made?"

"Seraphina? You're alive?"

"Thanks to you, I'm doing well. I've just been busy with a couple of things, so I isolated myself from the outside world for a while. You still haven't answered me—where did you find these?"

"After I made these little toys, I went back to the Sacred Mountain and later couldn't find them. I didn't expect you to discover them."

Hearing this, John's eyes lit up.

"Are you saying you made these golems?"

"Who else? Hold on a moment, what was the control command I set back then? Oh right... I remember now. Let me borrow your body for a bit."

Without giving John a chance to refuse, Seraphina took over John's body, cleared her throat, and then spoke a string of obscure words.

In the next moment, the golems that had been attacking John suddenly stopped, standing motionless, awaiting further commands.

Caliban was dumbfounded.

"What did you do? How is this possible? How can you control these golems!"

"Why not? I made them in the first place. But... ah, it's been so long since I've breathed fresh air. Is this what it feels like to be alive?"

Compared to the golems, Seraphina was more interested in her current living state.

She reveled in the sensation of hot blood boiling in her veins, a feeling she had long missed.