"Whoever designed these power suits deserves my respect. They're practically flawless, if we discard the poor materials available in the Lower Realms." the Elf Steelsmith spoke in an appreciating voice as another Tribulation confirmed the new suit as a proper Legion Artifact.

The glove goddess nodded gently. The combat suit was the best work of the Legion, drawing from the Power Word Guns of the General and her gloves as well, then improved upon by the Mirror of Samsara, which likely removed any detectable flaws. If the Steelsmith couldn't find any flaws, the Mirror must have done a good job. Perhaps a tiny gift for the Mirror, next time they met.

The newest suit walked on its own into the line of waiting combat suits, and just nodded to the glove goddess in recognition of her rank credentials. They were practically advanced combat golems even without a bound user, but would get much more powerful once a user entered the suit.

Much like the glove itself. She was enormously powerful even now, but once her user entered the armor suit, their combined power would grow by another order of magnitude, and maybe even more.

Which was why even the dangerous Mirror elected to be bound to a user, despite the inconvenience of having to deal with human frail minds and egos.

She nodded at the Formation Master, and the man opened another portal into the Chaos Sea, next to the Beasthunter.

"Eternium Knight, I have fought another Steel Realm Chaosbeast! A Steel Leviathan this time!" the Beasthunter exclaimed in a proud voice, and took out the corpse to prove his deed.

The Orange Glove confiscated the valuable resource and patted the man of the head. "I think you're ready for your 4th Star now, Beasthunter. However, I believe you noticed that your body cultivation is not sufficient to deal with stronger beasts. They contain too much Chaos essence."

"I know, my lady. But with another Star..." the man proposed in a weaker tone.

"Will you survive a tail sting from a Steel Stingray?" the glove goddess asked in a mild voice.

The Beasthunter shivered and shook his head. "Maybe, if the Life Goddess was right there to cure me. Otherwise..."

"There is a way. My Legion is working on a Twelve Element cultivation method. I was told it's very painful, but then mere pain shouldn't bother a brave man like yourself." the glove said in a flat tone.

"..." the man hesitated, proving he wasn't exactly the idiot he portraited himself as. Not than any Steel Realm could even reach this level of cultivation without a deep understanding of human nature, even if only due to the immense timesink which gave anyone a certain perspective.

"You would have me convert to your Legion indoctrination." he spoke in a grave voice.

"The mental indoctrination only works til Tier 7. As to avoid the psychological defects seen in young scions and masters, like those silly Noble Houses. Those are not desired survival traits, I'm sure you also realize that. Case in point..." the glove answered with a casual shrug.

"The Legion's new war with the Jade House, caused exactly by exagerated self-worth inflation of their young master." the Beasthunter admitted with a frown.

The glove goddess placed a small table and poured herself a small cup of Ascension Wine. The last cup she could invest in herself. The 4th Star would bring her in the middle ranks of Steel Realm, which combined with her other gifts would match her to a 6th Star Eminence. It should be enough.

While the man still hesitated, she drank the wine, and observed curious as the Dao rushed to fill the gaps in her knowledge, while also expanding the deadliness of her Phoenix Fire by boosting the stolen Phoenix Heart hidden under the Heart Mirror. Unlike an Ascension Pill which directly infused Dao essence into someone, Pef's gift made it such that the Heavens bestowed their blessing and covered the gaps.

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'Huh. I guess I can craft Tier 11 Pills by myself now. Take that, Ancient Cauldron!" the glove gloated for a second, as her Alchemy Dao reached Iron Realm by some accident. The Phoenix Fire was a powerful alchemical fire which most likely lead this this advancement, not to mention her immense knowledge of alchemy herbs and recipes gained from the Celestial Library.

The Beasthunter sat down in front of her table, and sighed. "You already knew what I will chose."

The glove goddess took off her helmet. "You will only be a Legion Sergeant, Beasthunter. But, perhaps if you perform well in the next war and kill the bird, you may get promoted to Sergeant Major. On the other hand, if you die in the service, you will be recovered from the Soul River and restored to Tier 11. Then a decade of training in the Chaos Sea will allow you to regain the Steel Realm. This is what we can offer." she spoke in a kind voice.

"You don't think I will win." the Beasthunter realized in a surprised voice.

"There is a good chance you will die. Every single Legion Officer has died in the service at least once. We know and accept this as a fact. It is the sacrifice itself which grants the Legion our strength. We always win, because we are immortal. But we are also secure in our restoration. Death is our friend, because it only makes us stronger." the Legion's Brigadier General said in a grave voice, and poured a cup of wine for the man who was to die.

The Beasthunter heard the Truth in her voice. "If I die, can you make sure I become a swordsman? I should also gain my Sword Soul, right?" he quipped lightly and sipped the wine.

The glove just nodded. Possibly in the future, it will require a Sword Soul to receive a Legion Captain rank. It was a bit hard to obtain, seeing as only about 100 people in the entire Realms had one, out of some 3000 Iron Realm cultivators. But the Legion Captains also needed to be able to face such enemies on equal grounds.

Right now, the glove with her own Sword Soul and identical cultivation realm could kill the Beasthunter with a single strike. It was just that much of an advantage.

The glove blew out a breath, then infused that breath with Phoenix Fire, burning the man alive once more. There was still a small chance the Beasthunter will not die fighting the Elder Phoenix. One in a million, but a chance anyways.

She will burn him more, and try to give him a better chance. Smiling to herself, she sent a Void Glove to notify the General on their new Sergeant, a 4th Star Steel Eminence.

There was more more training to be done, but the new Sergeant showed promise. He didn't even scream this time.

Another jet of flames emerged from her hand, as she began crafting cultivation pills using her Eternium glove as a cauldron. Not ideal, but at least she could make thousands of Bronze Pills every day.

Surely, the Elf Steelsmith will be willing to craft her a proper cauldron once she finished training the Beasthunter.

Iron Pills, or at least Iron Star pills would give the Legion an edge during the war.