When the last Trial Taker chose to give up, the pre-selection came to an end.
"The 231 who passed the pre-selection can all enter the official selection trial phase."
Marquis Star Refining stood in front of the 231 Trial Takers who passed the pre-selection, glanced over them, and said, "All of you are the elite of my Star Refining Army. Whether you join the Expeditionary Army or the Guard Army, you will all hold the position of Centurion."
Centurion?
One by one, the High Level Chaos Creatures heard this, but there was no reaction.
Out of the sixty thousand High Level Chaos Creatures in the Star Refining Army, only these two hundred or so elites were selected. The position of Centurion is naturally deserved.
This military rank, although beneficial, is not very attractive to everyone.
"Of course, aside from this," Marquis Star Refining continued, "each person can also obtain a drop of semi-finished Star Spirit Stone Marrow."
"Semi-finished?"
