What should I do if the hero is resurrected in the Monster Girl Encyclopedia?

Chapter 117 The Mad Gold Feast Fantasy Drama
Gold! Gold! Gold!
Maniacal laughter echoed between the hills.

The barefoot prisoners, arm in arm, laughed loudly despite their tattered clothes.

The spearhead held the severed head of the guard, blood dripping down the bronze shaft and wetting the tiger's mouth of the guard's former colleague.

The traitorous and imprisoned army marched erratically, their bodies smeared with golden powder. Among them, the strongest carried a palanquin, upon which sat a goat-like monster with black fur and ram's horns. Every so often, the monster would swing its arms, scattering pure and beautiful gold dust.

Thus, those whose greed grew rejoiced and plunged their swords into the flesh of their companions. How could they let others have the money and valuables they coveted? What gushed out was not foul-smelling blood, but much, much more, gleaming, golden blood!

Gold! Gold! Gold!
The prisoners who were stabbed in the chest, abdomen or neck did not fall down. Instead, they laughed even more wildly, snatched their companions' blades to widen their wounds, and let the molten metal that represented wealth and power pour out!

...That was clearly a fatal wound. But the person holding the gold was completely unaware, even though his head and torso were connected by only a layer of skin, even though his stomach and intestines had spilled out, even though his lungs were spread out like wings, even though his golden brain had been grabbed by someone else.

With gold, with gold... you have wealth, you have power!

What was originally a fleeting thought was exploited and filled with false gold. From then on, the narrow crevices became abysses that could never be filled.

"What is this... a parade of the 108 Golden Arhats of Shaolin? Why are they all turned into little golden statues?"

Logan stood on high ground hundreds of meters away from the marching column, watching the terrifying procession, and couldn't help but swallow hard. "...Is this the power of that Baphomet? Grinding people with gold? I guess it gives them some kind of immortality or enhanced abilities...?"

"The path it has chosen to desecrate humanity is greed. Greed is a common human desire, but it can usually be restrained. Now, under its power, that desire is expanded infinitely, and humanity is completely suppressed by demonic nature... The paradoxical blessing is thus formed."

Mirad spoke slowly, his eyes devoid of any compassion, “They are no longer human, but merely shells filled with greed. Don’t hesitate when you strike.”

"To interrupt its march, we need to destroy the magic array beneath its hooves, which is the source of the power it bestows upon its followers,"

Orpheus narrowed his eyes and pointed to the golden magic circle beneath Baphomet, "But it has no effect on its own strength. From an efficiency standpoint, my suggestion is to prioritize killing that Baphomet."

“Oh…we’re going to fight the prisoners to kill Baphomet? It’s worth a try. So little Orpheus is the kind of person who would suggest something like this…I’ll remember that?” Chloe said softly.

“I’m not small,” Orpheus said, turning his head away and emphasizing each word.

"Then let's go with Big Orpheus~ Anyway... I'll try to restrain those corrupt prisoners. Orpheus, Mirad, and Ryan, you guys go kill Baphomet. Logan stays here and waits for an opportunity to snipe... That should be fine, right?"

Chloe made a simple decision.

Before Logan and Orpheus arrived, the battle plans were always proposed by Chloe.

For them, detailed operational instructions would be a burden, and commanders could not possibly consider every little thing that might happen during wartime... Therefore, giving them the general direction and leaving the rest to their partners to figure out was the most perfect plan.

“I have no objection, just be careful.” Ryan untied the coarse cloth wrapped around the axe blade, his bright red hair fluttering in the wind.

The plan has been finalized.

A brief silence fell over the group as everyone adjusted their breathing and felt their hearts pounding in their chests.

“Let’s begin,” Mirad broke the silence first.

The next moment, several plumes of dust rose around Logan, and the four of them had already charged into the enemy ranks in their own way!

Logan blinked, a smile playing on his lips, surrounded by rock armor, a water shield, and a thin layer of crimson aura.

"These guys are genuinely worried about me getting into trouble..."

  Chloe and Ryan are not actually heroes of the main god.

A completely transparent force swept across the valley, and the prisoner at the very front was crushed by the immense force before he could react, his body splattering with gold and liquid.

Even so, the prisoners behind him did not show fear or back down. Instead, they scrambled to push forward, even as their heads were crushed by the sudden increase in pressure and their mutilated bodies knelt on the ground, scraping the golden liquid with their palms.

"...There's no hope for him after all."

Her azure hair flowed freely as if in water, and the last trace of pity in Chloe's eyes vanished, replaced by a bright, clear, light blue light, like the shallow sea in midsummer.

An invisible torrent.

Only a hero who is the god of the sea can use it, summoning a tsunami invisible to the naked eye to sweep across. Individuals caught in it will not only be scattered by the enormous force, but will also experience the extremely high water pressure in the deep sea that can crush metal into a ball.

With a single strike, she crushed the hundred prisoners and traitorous guards at the front of the line into a golden slurry. Even as pure gold fluids, they still struggled, waving their amorphous bodies, trying to swallow the other golden fluids around them.

"These poor guys... I have a feeling they'll become disgusting after the magic is removed."

Ryan walked on invisible waves, his rock claws brushing away the spears thrown at him by the prisoners. His target was Baphomet, who sat upright in the middle of the marching column!
The monster grinned, revealing its gleaming white front teeth.

With a simple gesture, the golden fluid "humans" trapped in the ocean currents broke free from the extreme pressure of the deep sea, gathered together, and merged into an enormous golden liquid mass! Its amorphous and distorted form reminded everyone who witnessed it of slimes... but it was not a low-level monster at all, but a golden mountain of corpses made up of the liquefied bodies of a hundred people!
Baphomet slowly raised its hoof and stepped onto the golden magic circle beneath it.

"Devildom of the Forged Crown: Feast of Golden Lunacy!"

In an instant, the world lost its original colors.

Unlike the Dragon King, who was brutally seized, devoured, and stained with the scorching red of the Scorching Prison, he was not like the Dragon King.

The sky, the earth, the hills, the trees... were instantly coated with a false and magnificent golden luster... except for the blood moon hanging high in the dark clouds!
The invisible tsunami of Chloe was assimilated the moment it unfolded in this demon realm, turning into a viscous liquid flowing with golden light spots.

On land, her strength was already limited, and Baphomet's ability temporarily replaced the concept of "invisible water" with "gold"!
"Wow... this is the False King Demon Realm you mentioned, Mirad?"

Ryan let out a powerful battle roar, his muscles bulging and swelling instantly. He grabbed the head of a screaming prisoner who lunged at him and slammed it down on Baphomet, who stood arrogantly on the palanquin.

Before even touching the black beast on the sedan chair, the prisoner melted into liquid and flowed into the golden ocean beneath his feet.

"...This is a bit troublesome."

"Yes, be careful."

Mirad instinctively connected with the ley lines, attempting to use rock-shaping magic. However, only deathly silence answered him.

The false earth, which had been turned into gold by magic, completely rejected his call, and the sense of intimacy with the earth element was also completely severed!
In this land filled with false gold, the magic of rock-shaping has been sealed away.

He looked down at Baphomet, who sat upright in his sedan chair, looking down at them like a king.

Mirad raised the nameless, invincible sword.

The next second, the holy sword shone brightly, and a pillar of light shot into the sky, forcefully breaking through the roaring golden wave.

It seems... all he can rely on is the holy sword in his hand.

(End of this chapter)