My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

The sunflowers tried to persuade the saint with their fallacies and heresies.

This made Adriana so angry that she stomped her feet.

"You, you guys are simply unreasonable."

"I am a spirit of the dead, how can I be a mere sleeper, fat thorn?"

"Please don't be unreasonable. Quickly lend me your strength, or it will be too late."

The two sunflowers weren't buying it at all; they scratched their ears and continued to argue:

"Oh dear, what's the rush?"

"This is the consciousness space, where the flow of energy is different from outside. No matter how long you stay here, it's just a moment outside."

"So we should still discuss this clearly."

"That's right," another sunflower chimed in, his eyes darting around.

"Even though you are a spirit of the dead, the procedures cannot be skipped."

"Although there is no pure cotton material, in the spirit of dedication to art, we don't mind making an effort to appreciate it."

"I'm telling you, you've hit the jackpot!"

The sunflowers winked at the saint.

It was as if the other party had gained a huge advantage.

This infuriated the saintess, who trembled with rage, but couldn't find a good reason to turn evil.

We can't let one fat thorn cause us to fall back into depravity.

After weighing the pros and cons, she ultimately decided that taking a look wouldn't hurt her.

Let's deal with the undead threat first.

After some mental preparation, she blushed and reluctantly agreed to the sunflowers' unreasonable demands.

The transaction was completed under the watchful eyes of the other party, who stared with eyes as wide as saucers.

"Wow, yo ho ho ho ho ho ho."

"This art is truly magnificent, a world full of spring colors."

The goat-bearded sunflower, its face beaming with delight, began to recite poetry.

The sunflower with its eight-character mustache is not to be outdone.

"Indeed, as the saying goes, 'Floral patterns inlaid with gold thread, butterflies crouching in the cleft of the buttocks!'"

"This art is really awesome! Hehe!"

The sunflowers' ramblings caused Saint Adriana's expression to change.

If it weren't for the greater good, she would want to purify those two sunflowers right now.

To prevent these filthy plants from polluting Father God's module library.

After taking a few deep breaths, she suppressed her anger and asked in an icy tone:

"Two Sunflower Envoys, will you now fulfill your promise?"

After savoring the moment, the sunflowers smacked their lips and gave a thumbs-up with their leaves.

"No problem, it's nothing."

"Let us lend you a hand."

The two sunflowers held hands and transformed into a stream of light that merged into the saintess's consciousness.

Outside, Adriana slowly opened her eyes.

Her aura suddenly changed.

His whole body was enveloped in the scorching sun.

Any undead that tries to approach will be purified into pure magic by this power of the sun.

Become part of the aurora.

On the saint's shoulders, two sunflowers appeared out of thin air, as if they had taken root and merged into her soul.

They were looking at the scenery of this strange world with great curiosity.

"Oh my god, the smell is disgusting everywhere, it's like hell."

The man with the mustache, nicknamed Sunflower, looked utterly dejected.

"Ugh, it's really disgusting. There isn't a single girl besides little Leah."

"I simply can't appreciate other art forms."

The goatee sighed, as if he were very disappointed.

"My name is Adria, not Little Leah. Adria is not my surname, but the beginning of my given name."

Please don't get confused.

The sunflowers, having turned their gaze away, nodded:

"Okay, we understand, Little Leah x2."

Although they verbally agreed, they did not retract their promise.

This left Adriana feeling quite helpless.

"Never mind, let's just purify the dead."

The saintess gripped her weapon tightly again, summoned the Sunflower Tablet, and began using the Sunshine Salvation technique.

With the blessing of the Fairy Sunflower Mode, she seemed to transform into a source of light, illuminating the village.

Anyone touched by its light, whether orc or human, began to recover from their injuries.

The accumulated death energy within his body was also purified.

As for the green skulls and the spreading death aura, they slowly evaporated like melting snow.

Even if more emerge from the cracks, it won't help.

The bright sunlight startled the gravediggers, who quickly hid behind the funerary monument.

They didn't even dare to peek out.

I was afraid that the scorching sunlight would blind me.

"Damn banshee, don't get cocky. I don't believe you can stay like this forever."

"When your magic is depleted, I will have these undead devour you alive."

Hiding behind the tombstone, he roared fiercely, but his voice betrayed his inner weakness.

They simply didn't want to admit they had lost.

Anyway, I still held onto a sliver of hope that the other side couldn't outlast me.

Otherwise, they should have come up and beheaded them long ago; why would they leave such a gaping hole?

Unaware of the saintess's true intentions, the gravediggers were still busy with their own calculations.

How can we keep everyone here and turn them into members of the undead?

As time passed, the death energy within the underground palace was purified like a geyser.

The stalemate between the two forces resulted in an increasing amount of magical elements within the barrier.

It has gone from an aurora-like state to a foggy state, as if everyone is in a humid environment.

Each puff increases your level by one point.

Unfortunately, everyone is already at saturation, and each person has reached their level limit due to their own combat experience.

Some people reached level 9, while others stopped at level 6.

This is the drawback of not having a fertile nest.

Upgrading requires meeting various conditions; there is no direct path.

Cyril looked at the soldiers who were secretly dejected and scolded them somewhat impatiently:

"What's wrong? Everyone looks so gloomy."

"This kind of opportunity is rare, and you are extremely lucky to have encountered it."

"Never covet power that is so easily obtained, or you will find it difficult to make any progress in the future."

After being reprimanded by their commander, many soldiers came to their senses.

I've decided to go back and work on my physical conditioning and accumulate real-world experience so that I can continue to improve.

However, many people were blinded by the illusion and had no intention of giving up this opportunity.

Secretly, they desperately tried to absorb magic power.

Cyril wouldn't say anything even if he found out about someone like that.

After all, everyone has their own opinions.

You need to take responsibility for your choices.

He assessed his current strength and realized he had reached level 12.

If you want to improve further, you need to continue fighting against stronger opponents.

However, given the current situation, it seems unlikely.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he turned his gaze back to the center of the battlefield.

At this point, the Holy Maiden of the Dead was no longer satisfied with purifying with holy light.

Instead, he sat on the sunflower-shaped table and directly emitted sunflower seeds containing the power of light into the largest crack.

Countless wails echoed from within the crack, as if there were living flesh inside.

"Hahaha, this is so refreshing, little Leah."

"Keep firing like this, smash those green skeletons to pieces, so they don't defile the sacred green."

"That's right, not only the skeletons, but also those green light rifts were destroyed."

"The greenery in this world is only for you and plants; no one else is allowed."

Both sunflowers disliked the undead because they reminded them of their nemesis, the zombies.

Those guys are all green, and they're always clamoring to eat brains.

So they wanted to take this opportunity to give the dead in this world a good beating.

The saintess simply ignored the noise around her.

Because in her mind, these were two perverts, beings she needed to be wary of and stay away from.

If possible, she never wants to rely on the other party's power again in her life.

To avoid falling into depravity again.