My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

The gravedigger took the tombstone off his back and shoved it forcefully into the ground.

Suddenly, a chilling wind swept through the surroundings.

A large amount of green light seeped into the ground, causing an earthquake throughout the village.

Soon, cracks emitting a green glow began to spread and intertwine.

It was as if the village had been transformed into a spider web radiating green light.

"Quickly, retreat to the outer perimeter. Don't expose yourself to those green lights for too long, or the low-level ones will be turned into undead."

Cyril, who had been observing the situation closely, gave a loud order.

He grabbed the scarred man by the collar and dragged him out of the village.

Other soldiers followed suit upon seeing this.

More than 500 soldiers followed closely behind.

But before they could run very far, the ground shook again.

One after another, tombstones glowing green emerged from the earth and quickly spread in front of them.

When humans arrived at the edge of the village, a green barrier, like a large bowl, enveloped the entire village.

One soldier was unable to dodge in time and crashed into the barrier.

In the blink of an eye, the body was eroded by the power of death.

His flesh and blood rapidly diminished and melted away, and he soon became a skeleton wearing armor.

Ultimately, it became a mindless undead.

Seeing his subordinate turn into an enemy, Cyril, with a hidden pain, drew his flaming sword and personally purified his comrade.

Staring at the fire on the ground, he warned everyone:

"Listen up, do not touch this barrier, and do not go into those green cracks."

"We just need to stay on the perimeter."

"If those orcs can't handle that elite, then we'll consider taking action."

"Yes!" The soldiers swallowed hard and responded in unison.

They would have to be insane to touch such a deadly barrier.

Something as dangerous as this is something you'd rather stay away from.

In the center of the village,

The gravedigger, having completed setting up the barrier, finally burst into laughter.

"Hehehehe~, I admit, you orcs are hard to deal with."

"Many unknown changes have occurred in the village, but none of that matters anymore."

"It's time to end it all and send you to eternal sleep."

He opened his arms as if embracing death, his whole body radiating the power of death.

"Now I'll show you what despair truly is."

As soon as the words were spoken, the village, which was full of tombstones, underwent a sudden and strange change.

One after another, green undead skeletons crawled out of the grave.

They launched an attack on the orcs.

This immediately excited the greens.

"Wow!!! It's new bone, so bright green! I need calcium, I need to get stronger!"

Unafraid, the orcs responded to the gravedigger's provocation with even greater ferocity.

They clashed with the undead, wielding their pickaxes in turn.

The two sides clashed briefly, and the green skull was smashed to pieces, turning into a pile of broken bones.

This level of vulnerability greatly surprised the Greenskins.

"Huh? Such weak bones? Not fashionable at all. I'm going to eat them all."

The orcs ignored everything and grabbed the green bone fragments, stuffing them into their mouths.

As they chewed, their brows furrowed deeply.

This doesn't taste like bone at all; instead, it has a cool, gloomy feel.

After they swallowed the bones, they immediately felt their stomachs churning and were in great pain.

"Hehehehe~, eat, keep eating."

"Don't you like eating the dead? Now you can eat as much as you want."

The gravedigger's face was full of mockery; he knew these orcs would definitely eat the undead.

But the undead at this time were far superior to ordinary skeletons.

These green skulls were formed by the power of death within the underground palace, drawn upon by the funerary stele.

Each one is pure death power.

Eating one skeleton is equivalent to eating hundreds of ordinary undead.

Even if the orcs' bodies were incredibly strong, they couldn't withstand the impact of this pure death power.

The more you eat, the faster you will turn into an undead.

That is the gravedigger's purpose.

As one orc after another revealed a pained expression,

Dorothy, who had been watching the show, gave the saintess beside her a wink.

"Hmph, these useless trash can't even eat some green skeletons, what use are they?"

"Go and deal with that big black guy for me. I hate guys who disrespect little cakes. Doro!"

The saintess, who had long wanted to make a move, naturally did not refuse.

After bowing to Dorothy, she floated towards the center of the graveyard like an immortal.

This made the gravedigger, who had been observing the enemy's situation, narrow his eyes.

"Ha! So you really have betrayed the dungeon and switched your allegiance to the orcs?"

"This is simply a laughing stock for all time."

"The undead choosing to associate with the living—where is your pride as a Banshee of Lamentation? Where is your resentment?"

"Are we really going to betray the glory of the Sleepers and become watchdogs for the orcs?!"

The gravedigger's words were very harsh; he was clearly furious.

Not only did the ambush plan fail,

Even their own kind betrayed the undead faction.

If this gets out, they'll be finished.

It will become a laughing stock for all parties involved.

"Alas, gravedigger, you are still a prisoner trapped in your own fanaticism."

"To associate with the dead is to lose one's former glory."

"Why not let go of your obsession? I'll invite you to taste the sunflower seeds, a symbol of redemption, how about that?"

The saint looked at the gravedigger with some pity, feeling sorry for her companion who was trapped in the spirit world.

Unfortunately, the gravedigger didn't listen at all and instead started cursing.

"You want to offer me some sunflower seeds? Do you think I'm some country bumpkin?"

"Why don't you try my shovel and see if it can bring you redemption, you traitor?"

His veins bulged all over his body, and his expression was as ferocious as a vengeful ghost.

He rushed over with the iron shovel in his hand.

Seeing this, Adriana sighed again.

"Alas, since you are so stubborn, I have no choice but to use the power of the sunflower to purify you a little."

The saintess raised one hand, forming a delicate orchid-like gesture, and held it in front of her chest.

He shouted, "Sunflower Gatling gun, six pure bullets, 3600 revolutions per breath, great compassion to save all beings."

As she shouted her slogan

Suddenly, blinding sunlight appeared ahead, illuminating this dark world.

"What? It's the power of the sun?"

The gravediggers who rushed over felt a stinging pain on their skin and dared not look at the ball of light.

I could only cover my eyes with my hands and frantically back away.

Only after realizing the damage wasn't so severe did he peek through his fingers.

The light gradually faded, stretching and deforming, eventually forming a bizarre weapon.

This weapon's main body is made up of a giant sunflower head.

Six blazing golden petals rotated to form a gun barrel array.

The center of the flower is densely covered with honeycomb-like tumblers.

Lush green vines entwine the gun barrel, forming a natural grip and support, with liquid sunlight flowing between the veins of the leaves.

It looks both sacred and bizarre.

The weapon had barely been completed when the saintess took it into her hands.

She was like Schwarzenegger wielding a Gatling gun, appearing both sacred and violent.

"What's going on? How do you have this ability?"

"You are an undead, how can you unleash the light of the sun? This is neither magic nor the work of an undead."

The gravedigger stumbled back several steps, unable to accept the reality before him.

He didn't know what weapon the Screaming Banshee was holding.

But the changes in her personality and demeanor, along with the power of the sun, are enough to prove that the former Banshee of Scream no longer exists.

How could my companion have changed so much in just a few hours?

What exactly happened in this village?

They are even more bizarre than the dead.