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

Chapter 191 Confined to One
A curtain of intense white light gently enveloped Mirad and Aidafons, like a milky white sea created by the goddess of love. As far as the eye could see, everything was pure white, and even the cries of Siolitta and Ryan were blocked out.

Then, what Mirad heard...

It's not just the plea of ​​this welfare home.

The prayers of all the inhabitants of Rescade were received by this unknown being, who, as the mediator, forcefully stuffed millions of prayers into his own body... These prayers, which should have been offered directly to the Lord God, were intercepted by Him, and the resulting impact was bound to be irreversible.

And now, these millions of aspirations are also flooding Mirad's mind.

I want to eat my fill. I want to eat well.

I want to sleep. I want to party all night.

Wanting to fall in love. Wanting to cut ties and give up all thoughts.

I want to repent. I want advice.

I want to live. I want to die.

"Hold firm to your beliefs, young man!"

Ada Fonso pinched Mirad's chin with one hand, while his other rough palm slapped his forehead hard. If Luo Ran were here, he would probably say that the old man was using an old method to fix a TV... oh no, I mean the Mirror of Reflection.

"You are not me...you are not Him!"

"...I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, senior."

Mirad shook his head, clearing his mind of any distracting thoughts or focusing on a quiet corner that wouldn't interfere with his thinking, and regained his composure.

…This effect didn’t seem to be so significant for him.

Is this a result of Night Demon transformation? Has it also increased mental endurance? Siolitta…

“Strictly speaking, this is not an attack…it is just a benevolent act. He hopes that you can understand Him, and then…become one with Him.”

The white light dimmed slightly, and Siolitta's voice immediately resounded in his mind, "Lord Mirad, I think that although you may still change your path due to the hopes imposed by others, you are probably no longer confused, are you?"

"...Yes, I still will. But of course, I can't take care of everything, so..."

Therefore, even when faced with countless prayers, he remained unmoved.

Mirad knew from the beginning that he couldn't save everyone; he just wanted to do his best to help those he could.

The angel before us has collected so many wishes; if we were to grant them all without discernment, without distinguishing between good and evil… that would truly be a foolish delusion on His part.

“Those sorrowful wishes…can’t they move you? In every orphanage, there are indeed one or two girls with hearts of stone…they only respond to my duties with a smile…but remain unmoved by that selfless friendship.”

A compassionate voice echoed within the pure white light curtain, and He held only the purest doubts about this outcome.

...I think they are all monsters. And while monsters may understand this love, they are the least likely to offer it support.

Mirad smiled helplessly, without uttering the reply.

The holy sword in his hand shone brightly, splitting the ocean of milk in front of him in two. The white curtain was then drawn back, and the steed pawing the ground was finally entangled by the invisible crimson battle intent, emitting an uneasy neigh.

"Milad, you little rascal... I thought you were spacing out!"

Ryan's rebuke made Mirad's eardrums ache slightly. He silently raised the Sword of Oath of Glory, a silent response that showed he could still fight.

"With your current strength... I doubt my unworthy spear and beloved horse will suffer defeat! Why is that little girl hesitant to make a move? Judging from her aura, she is no ordinary person... her strength should surpass yours and that favored son of war!"

The Angel of Friendship's three attacks...

The first burst of white light was only enough to destroy half of the chapel.

If the second white spear strikes accurately, it can inflict a significant wound on Mirad.

The third white curtain... was an olive branch extended.

He was testing Mirad and Ryan's strength from beginning to end, so it was understandable that Hyolita was holding back at this time.

“Senior, don’t worry about her. Besides… it’s not just Ryan and me here.”

"……what?"

Ada Fonso wrapped his robe tighter... What had he overlooked?
As if sensing something, he looked up at the sky.

The scorching sun made this ancient sage, who had long been out of touch with the times, squint. Against the backdrop of the daylight, a girl backlit by the sun laughed heartily.

"Extraordinary Traveler's Extinction Mode".

A dark torrent, caught between black and white, poured out from the cannon muzzle, instantly engulfing the spear-wielding steeds, their fighting spirit restrained.

Lorenz hovered above the chapel. She had already activated her illusion magic to settle the three hundred-odd people in the vicinity of the radical faction... and incidentally declined her sisters' request for assistance.

Then, maintaining her hovering posture, she observed the battle from a commanding viewpoint! Just as Ryan's fighting spirit imprisoned that strange steed, the long spears and short cannons extending from behind her all flashed with a gray light that shouldn't have been there! "Radiant Annihilation! Oh ho ho ho... Dude, my firepower is way more exciting than the Demon Gun!"

After a beam of light, the horse shattered into even more scattered stones... but then it quickly reformed and reassembled!
It shook off the dust and was preparing to raise its forelegs to retaliate with the spearhead in its chest when the next beam of dark light, unchanged in thickness, engulfed it once again.

And there's another bunch, the next bunch, the next bunch...

...A relentless barrage of shots!

A single shot could carve a bottomless trench in the ground, dividing the capital of Rescadeye in two... and now Loran is squandering it as if it were free!

The floor was also swallowed by the extinguishing gray light, leaving behind honeycomb-like pits. The white horses were completely suppressed by the surging energy torrent and could not move.

But soon, Luo Gen's unrestrained laughter came to an abrupt halt. "Hey, wait a minute... buddy, my magic reserves aren't enough. The light cannon suppression can only last for another half a minute! Put some effort into figuring out how to deal with this horse! If I can't fire the light cannon, I'll have to use physical projectiles... I don't know if the isolation magic He threw here will be enough to stop the noise when that thing hits!"

Luo Ran's loud shouts came from mid-air.

Even after she became a demon and was watered by Mirad every night, her magic reserves didn't increase much... She's only barely on par with an elite mage now.

If you maintain a state of magic exchange with Mirad, then you can fire magic cannons without limit.

“Mirad, try smashing that thing into powder?” Ryan said.

“…It’s pointless.” Mirad shook his head.

Under Loran's firepower, the horse and spear sculpted from the remains of the holy statue showed a strong regenerative ability... Naturally, there were parts that were blasted into dust and then reassembled by magic, which Mirad could see very clearly.

Hearing the suggestion from the God of War, Luo Gen grinned. She took a break from her busy schedule and opened the communication channel. "Or, buddy, you can come up and we can connect together. We can just max out our magic and dump it into the monster without limit... This method may be slow, but I guarantee it will work."

"Why are you unwilling to join my ranks? I can eliminate the barriers between you, make your hearts no longer rebellious, and enable you to truly understand each other, thus resolving all conflicts."

Within the grey light of Loran, intermittent holy voices echoed. The steed's lifeless stone eyes darted between Mirad and Ryan, their shattered faces whispering in unison, "I can sense the rift between you… Once brothers, now sworn enemies. All friendship is gone…"

"none of your business,"

Ryan's eyes widened in fury, interrupting His holy words. His powerfully muscular arms bulged, and with a mighty axe chopped down, the shockwave cleaved the horse's head in two.
“Isn’t it normal to have conflicts and disagreements? I don’t like the path Mirad has chosen, and he won’t follow the path I’ve taken… Parting ways doesn’t mean we need someone like you to force our thoughts together.”

The cleaved horse head healed again in the gray light, then shattered, then healed again. Countless lips reassembled, leaving only fragments. What were once lips and tongues wriggled. "I am just fulfilling their wishes. This friendship, this understanding, this equality... is exactly what they need."

"...Isn't that obvious? And under their wings, even their consciousness is shared with others, so there's only one thought left. This kind of friendship, this kind of understanding, this kind of equality...I find it all rather ridiculous."

Hyolitta peeked out from the broken bench she had been using as cover, and sighed softly, "A high-ranking angel, yet she did such a thing? Even a devout follower of God like me would be disillusioned and filled with regret if I heard this."

Ada Fonso chuckled awkwardly, trying to salvage the situation, "Little girl, not all high-ranking angels are like that..."

"Senior... Your ability to control the complex perspectives brought back by your myriad clones is something we can't match. This stone horse and spear are, in essence, products of the miracle of your rebirth, and share the same origin as you."

Mirad gazed at the stone steed that was constantly being destroyed and reassembled, his breath catching in his throat. "But there's still a problem..."

"Why is it, or rather, the one behind it, so insistent on fixing the form of a horse and a spear?"

The horses and spears, made from the fragments of broken icons, are essentially the incarnations created by the miracle of St. Edmond de Foucault's incarnation.

In other words, their perspectives overlap with those of Adalfonso; what they can see, Adalfonso can also see, and vice versa.

The reason for maintaining one perspective is...

"He is neither familiar with battles from multiple perspectives nor can he comprehend the profound significance of your miracle."

All the complex and varied prayers... ultimately stem from a lack of friendship.

Countless different perspectives on embracing the world... are all incorporated into one mold.

He couldn't understand why some people would rather quarrel than maintain a false harmony.

I don't understand why some people stick to the wrong path and refuse to join His wings.

Therefore, it is merely a matter of distortion, aggregation, and fusion.

"Then let Him see. Two people who have gone their separate ways can still fight desperately for the same goal."

Ryan grinned maliciously, and pure crimson flames ignited on his battle axe... the flames of war, and an inextinguishable fighting spirit.

"Even amidst disagreements and conflicts, a bond that transcends mere friendship can still emerge... a sense of camaraderie that stands shoulder to shoulder."

Mirad spoke, his magic being quite different from Ryan's, yet at this moment they intertwined into an even more magnificent stream of light.

The suppressed rock-shaping magic operated at its maximum extent, seizing control of the horse's body according to the model drawn by Mirad, crushing and reshaping it into a hundred smaller sculptures!

Ada Fonso smiled. These hundred petite sculptures were, of course, part of him, and should share the scene and perspective with him!

The perspective and the scene were thus disrupted, and unable to process this sudden change, the sculptures, suppressed by the gray light, were left with a momentary gap!
(End of this chapter)