It sounded like a complaint, but as a "Battle Maniac Item," it was still deeply gratified by High Executor's performance.
As expected of its 7,819th master, he was fierce enough.
"I can sense that what you just did was probably no less impressive than what the Kings of Old could accomplish even after raising their God-Slaying Weapon."
The so-called "God-Slaying Weapon" naturally referred to the Horus civilization's ultimate trump card—a Tier Four civilization weapon.
It was said that only the most powerful kings could pull it free.
High Executor neither confirmed nor denied it, silently replaying the scene from moments ago in his mind.
The quantum-state stellar tendrils had gone from illusory to real. After devouring an immeasurable amount of stellar matter, they had solidified into the shape of a "great halberd."
So the Solar Halberd was actually a claw.
No, to be precise, it was also equipment that had been forged.
Using "stellar light and heat" to collapse the surrounding space, absorb spatial fluid, and fuse it with white dwarf matter, it had ultimately used the power of a star to create a cosmic treasure.
That level of grandeur was far beyond High Executor's painstaking use of a "spatial fluid purifier" to extract a trace of spatial fluid.
So these "Stellar Elders" are a forging race. No wonder they're called "Stellar Elders" instead of something like "Stellar Destroyers."
High Executor thought silently as he opened the system notifications—
[Your ??? has broken through the skill limit. Leader Reputation +10,000] [Your faction points +10,000,000] [Increases the Cybertron Legion's attraction to "the strong." There is a certain chance of gaining the favor of high-level NPCs.] [You may name your "Legendary" skill—]
"Then I'll call it the 'Stellar Destroyer,'" High Executor named it casually.
``` [You named the "Legendary Skill—Stellar