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

Chapter 189 The White Steed Neighs with a Gun in Its Hand
"..."

Mirad frowned, then slammed the thick wooden door shut behind him, blocking out the 352 pairs of eyes that were overflowing with affection.

He glanced at Siolitta and quickly confirmed with her over the communication channel, "Is that monster spy you mentioned also in there?"

"Waaaaa...! Lord Mirad...!"

The timid little nun screamed, clearly frightened by the horrifying scene inside the chapel. Instinctively, she darted behind Lord Mirad, whom she had always relied on the most, burying her face in the fabric of his back, breathing in the comforting scent.

The voice that came through the communication channel was completely different: "Hmm... I sensed her demonic power. But she doesn't have that strange divine power, so she's probably just faking it~ Hehehe, Lady Mirad's waist is quite strong..."

"Mmmm..."

Luo Ran shook her head, her short, abrupt syllables slurring her words, her short, grey hair fluttering wildly as she looked at Mirad's hand gripping the doorknob.

"Dude, you think you can just go in through the fog gate and come out? Wait, this isn't the time to talk about that... What about those... believers inside? How do we deal with them?"

“…Try knocking them all out? Take them away from here and isolate them from the influence.” Ryan warmed up, his wrists cracking.

Luo Gen wholeheartedly agreed, "I think what you said makes a lot of sense, but it would take some time to fight 352 people one by one, wouldn't it?"

"Soon, if Mirad and I go together, we can finish this in less than a minute."

Mirad nodded. "Yes. It won't take too long. But the effects on them might not be so easily reversed."

"Evil spirits, all evil spirits! How could it have come to this... how could it have come to this! Come with me, charge into the enemy ranks, and sever those illusory shackles!"

The priest beat his chest and stamped his feet, trying his best to press his shoulders against the heavy wooden door, but the doorknob was firmly held by Mirad, so it did not move at all.

Luo Gen praised, "Oh, the old gentleman uttered some very reassuring lines! Saying things like that at a time like this can really bring back the atmosphere of a religious horror film a little..."

"...Ah, but such a thing never existed in the first place."

Mirad reassured the anxious priest, "Calm down, Father. Before closing the door, I used rock-shaping magic to immobilize those people's ankles and wrists... Even heroes need some time to break free, so you don't need to worry about them hurting themselves."

"Let me gather my thoughts. Just a moment ago, I sensed some strange divine magic emanating from those people... Ryan, you must have sensed it too, right?"

"Ah."

"It must be due to the influence of that kind of magic... Father, do you recall anything like it?"

Wearing his patched robes, the priest hesitated for a moment, then decisively shook his head, "...I don't know now!"

"Ok, I see."

"Then open the door?"

Lorenz smiled, her eyes narrowed, as she looked at Hiolitta, who was hiding behind Mirad like a quail, not daring to show her face.

"Pfft... A delicate and weak little nun like you, Xiao Xi, should be kept well hidden."

The next moment, Mirad pushed open the heavy wooden door again, which was carved with a relief of a spiraling, upward-looking divine light!

The 352 devout believers remained turned to look at the door, not because they didn't want to leave their seats to preach the way of love and kindness to their new companions, but because the solid rock chains bound their hands and feet, preventing them from moving.

“Friends…why do you confine us to our seats and lock the door without our permission? Are you so unwilling to listen to the teachings of the Lord God?”

No one responded.

Only two afterimages, one golden and one crimson, swept across the seats. Mirad's golden hair trailed in shimmering gold, while Ryan's crimson battle intent, bound to his hands, emitted scorching light. They moved through the seats like a whirlwind, and in the blink of an eye, rows of believers slumped their necks and closed their eyes.

The muffled thuds echoed throughout the chapel.

Striking someone unconscious without causing injury or long-term damage is always a skill... and coincidentally, Mirad and Ryan are both experts in this field. When they were teenagers, for a moment of fun, they struck each other's necks and foreheads countless times, their hands clashing fiercely! All to pinpoint that perfect, precise touch!
...How bored must you be to be tapping each other's heads like this? Don't you know that the physical abilities of heroes are far superior to those of ordinary people, and the strength you learn from each other is completely useless?

Applying ice to the faces of the two men, whose heads were swollen like pigs' heads, Chloe, the former master of the hand chop, commented as follows!

“Please stop, my friend… This is completely contrary to the love and charity He proclaims. You and I are both His beloved people, so why do you vent your violence on us?”

The old woman, sitting upright with her hands neatly folded on her lap, spoke softly. Her face still held that holy and contented smile, but her gaze passed over Mirand standing before her, and landed on the priest still standing dumbfounded in the doorway, unaware that the door was already wide open.
"Ah... and that poor adult. When will you finally accept reality?"

"Snapped!"

A precise yet gentle hand chop! It also helped relieve the old woman's joint pain!
Loren handed her a pillow, Mirad dispelled the rock-shaping spell, and the old woman lay down on the bench and fell asleep peacefully!
“You and I are of the same origin, and you already knew what you would face before you even arrived here… yet you waver because of this, don’t you find it absurd, Edmondo?” The child, whose complexion had improved considerably, spoke in a tone that was completely at odds with his appearance, filled with pity and love. His words were the words of everyone, the resounding cacophony assaulting the mind of the priest he called Edmondo. “It’s just my duty. This hesitation and discontent, I… cannot understand.”

"Snapped!"

A precise yet gentle chop! And while he was at it, he slipped a hard candy into the child's arms!
Loren handed over a pillow, Mirad dispelled the rock-shaping spell, and the child lay down on the bench and fell asleep peacefully!
"You demon... I'm not going to waste my breath arguing with you! Turn these innocent people back!"

The priest finally snapped out of his daze and strode through the aisle between the seats, his worn robes fluttering behind him. The still-conscious parishioners all turned their eyes, dozens of empty gazes focusing on him.

He walked forward from the aisle in the middle of the seating area and stopped in front of the altar at the deepest part of the chapel.

There stood a statue that Mirad had never seen before. It was neither the chief deity holding the scriptures, nor the classic Holy Cross.

It was a figure in a white robe with outstretched arms. Its face was covered by a hood, but from its sleeves emerged countless delicate hands, like blooming wings.

"...This is not an orthodox image of a main god,"

Mirad frowned and whispered, his hand moving swiftly to knock another believer unconscious. "Was it intercessory prayer?"

The chorus of words had weakened considerably after most of the believers had fallen unconscious. But at this moment, the chorus had not completely disappeared.

The source of the sound was no longer just the remaining believers. A new sound emanated clearly from the statue of a saint with a thousand hands, clad in a white robe, standing at the far end of the chapel!
“Since you are so stubborn and do not understand the love that God praises… then…”

Before the words were even finished, the crimson giant axe crashed down, slamming into the still-talking statue with a brutal and unreasonable force, shattering it to pieces! The words that should have continued, along with the scattered white stones, were completely silenced.

Mirad looked at Ryan, who simply shrugged innocently, his left hand, which had thrown the giant axe, still hovering in mid-air, while his right hand continued to swing down like a knife, knocking the believer in front of him unconscious.

--careful…

Ok?
Mirand looked at the unremarkable girl sitting on the bench before him; her expression was no different from the other fanatical believers. Only, her lips moved silently and rapidly, conveying a silent message in a way that only Mirand, standing so close, could perceive.

—This place is dangerous; there are traces of angels. Tell Her Highness the Fourth Princess that I am not a coward…

It should be the monster that Siolitta mentioned, the one that went undercover.

Mirad lowered his eyes and swung his hand down in a chop. The other person immediately cooperated perfectly, collapsing onto the bench.

Standing before the icon, Father Edvard said, “Children favored by war, and those blessed by God. Thank you so much for bringing me here. Without your help, I think I might not be able to…”

Siolitta waved her hand silently. An invisible force instantly acted on the priest who was still immersed in his own world and talking incessantly, shifting his body, which was covered by crimson battle intent and solid rock armor, several steps to the side.

The instant he moved away, a fragment of the icon's arm shot out with a whoosh! It embedded itself directly into the wall, smashing a hemispherical crater and cracks into the solid stone wall... and judging by its trajectory, if it weren't for Siolitta, the priest's body would probably have been hit by this powerful blow!
Of course, with Ryan and Milad looking after them, nothing much will happen.

“…Sir, perhaps you should refrain from speaking for now.”

Luo Gen looked at the pit and then at the dumbfounded priest, a complex expression on her face mixed with sympathy and speechlessness.

"Alas... if my spear and horse were here, why would I need the care of you young men..."

"The spears and horses you mentioned... are you referring to that thing?"

Loran pointed to the altar in the chapel, which should have been empty.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the remains of the holy statues, shattered by Ryan's battle axe and scattered across the ground, were being drawn together by some unseen force, silently gathering together.

The white stones range in size from as large as millstones to as small as finger joints.

They swirled and rearranged silently in the air.

The broken edges were fused together in an unnatural way.

Then, spears and horses appeared in the world.

A long, pure white spear, made of countless arms and hands pieced together, pierced below it, its surface covered with the back of a warhorse, its body twisted and its face shattered.

The spearhead, formed by countless clasped hands in prayer, emerged from the warhorse's chest. Those clasped stone hands then gently caressed the overlapping white back that made up the horse's chest.

The pure white warhorse had its eyes closed, but the faces on its body, bearing holy smiles, were not closed; they stared intently at the priest who had dodged the debris.

The priest looked troubled. "Uh... it's this, but it's not this..."

(End of this chapter)