"GRIND... GRIND... GRIND..."
Hearing the sound, Levi glanced to the side and found it was Fatir, gritting her teeth.
"It... It actually turned the body of the great Andre Ye Holy Knight into a weapon!" Faced with such a desecration of the remains of a Holy Knight who had entered the Trial World in ages past, the Saintess of the Holy Light Church showed a clear expression for the first time—fury.
"Levi, I sincerely beg you, can you help me recover the bodies of these Holy Knights?" Fatir raised her head, her face etched with a pleading look.
"I won't say anything right now. Just you watch." Levi's face was already a mask of frost, and he could feel a vein throbbing violently on his forehead.
The creature actually wanted to make a sword out of him. In this life, this was the first person to utter such a vicious threat against Levi.
