One week later.
At the center of the Training Ground in the Saintess Palace.
Ten figures in blood-red armor stood in a row. Each wore a Ghost Face Mask and a red hood. If not for their differing heights, calling them identical would have been no exaggeration.
Each also had a badge on his chest, marked with his own assigned number. It indicated not only his identity but also his level.
As for who these ten were, they were naturally Salas and the others, whose bodies had just been reforged in the Chaos Realm. However, because Xu Feng did not have enough Lying Flat Points, he could only reforge bodies for Salas and nine others for now. The remaining dozen or so had to stay in the Chaos Realm and keep hauling bricks.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Salas stood in the middle of the group, examining his body as he marveled aloud. "He said he would reforge our bodies, and he did. He said he would resurrect us, and he did. As expected of Lord Xu Feng. His methods truly are unfathomable!"
He recalled how, a week earlier, he had led his close buddies to their deaths by self-detonation, earning himself a thorough scolding from Lord Xu Feng. He had even thought he would have to haul bricks in the Hell Prison Cage for at least six months to a year to make up for his offense. Yet here he was again after only a few days. It was like a dream.
"Boss, congratulations, congratulations..."
Beside Salas, Number Three suddenly stuck out his little backside and bumped him with it, then chuckled in a low, fawning voice. "You have the highest rank in our Undead Legion now. I'll be counting on you to look after your little brother from now on!"