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

Chapter 45 The Unquenchable Heart Furnace Burns the Heavens (1)

"Magic furnace? Klinshid, what's wrong with the magic furnace..." The confusion lasted only a moment. After realizing what was happening, even someone as slow-witted as Eugene broke out in a cold sweat.

If the magic furnace buried at Elcia's feet malfunctions... then it won't be as simple as a few thousand foreign nobles' private soldiers invading the city.

"Simply put, all the transfer magic circles are activated simultaneously, constantly drawing magic power from the magic furnace... but... there's absolutely no sign of it stopping!"

With a deathly pale face, Klinshid examined the red-glowing transfer magic circles before her again and again. At this moment, all the transfer magic circles seemed to connect into one, transforming into a colossal beast drinking the water accumulated in a small pond. Instantly, the streetlights and various public facilities along the street began to shut down due to insufficient power supply. "This shouldn't be the case. Activating so many transfer magic circles doesn't require all the magic power of the magic furnace. All this magic power is flowing in one direction?"

“K, Klinsid…” Eugene’s voice trembled as he tugged at his girlfriend’s sleeve.

“If such a massive amount of magic were detonated at the same time, the reaction time would be instantaneous. If your magic and mine were to operate at full power, we could probably save the residents of one block. If all else fails, we could dig up the city of Elsia and run away. But I’ve never used magic of this level before… Eugene, calm down! I’m thinking of a solution!” Klinshid muttered to herself, biting her fingernails, without turning her head.

"I mean, in the sky..."

When Klinsde looked up, she realized that not only was her boyfriend's face shocked, but the street scene at the end of the alley was also stained red.

Tourists and residents on the street stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky.

It turns out that the sweat on my face wasn't just from nervousness, but also because the surrounding temperature was actually rising!
She swallowed hard and looked up at the sky.

minutes ago.

"How did you speak?"

Obora stepped off the stage and returned backstage. Hiolitta and Mirad had been waiting there for some time.

Hiolitta pretended to wipe away tears, "I'm so moved... Waaah... I never thought that goat BBA could give such a deeply moving speech... I recorded the part about famine and the farmers' oath, I'll study your thoughts every night, Obora..."

I knew this girl wouldn't say anything good.

Opola turned her head away; the other person's opinion was what she cared about most.

“Not bad.” Mirad nodded.

As the chairperson of the agricultural cooperative, her speech was undoubtedly excellent. So excellent that one could forget about her figure and appearance.

"Ah, the old lady from Rescadeer is coming on stage."

Hiolitta lifted the curtain and stuck her head out. Mirad followed suit, knowing he had a magic spell to avoid attracting attention.

The delegations from various countries sat in the VIP section of the audience. The priestess slowly walked onto the stage. She had changed into a solemn robe. Her face was old, but her spine, which had been bent by the years, was now straight.

Obora's speech had just ended, and the atmosphere in the audience was both enthusiastic and peaceful.

Standing on the stage, she surveyed the entire audience.

The atmosphere cooled down quickly.

You can see the expressions on the audience's faces.

The audience's expressions changed upon learning that the visitor was a priest from Rescadeye.

Curiosity, indifference, awe, disgust.

...It's alright.

Soon, these unfamiliar faces will be gripped by fear. "Your Majesty, distinguished envoys and travelers from afar, and the people of Visegrain."

“On behalf of the Church of Rescue, which upholds the walls of human reason and faith, I stand here. The Lord God has given us grain and the means of labor… This grace, like His love for us, is given indiscriminately to every one of His people. I had thought… today’s gathering would be another continuation of this grace, another victory in our struggle against famine.”

The priest's tone suddenly changed, and he slammed his scepter heavily onto the floor, the dull thud echoing in the silent assembly hall.
"But! I was wrong, I was deceived! And so were all of you in the audience, you were all deceived by a carefully woven lie!"

She could clearly see the king's flushed face in the VIP stands, the various expressions of the foreign delegations, and of course, the bewildered expressions of the common people below the stage.

Yes, that's exactly it.

Evidence is neither needed nor required; words alone are sufficient to convict people and things.

She could do this in Rescueye, and of course she could do it in Visegrain. This was the power that the title of priest granted her, and the reward that the Lord God bestowed upon her for her piety.

"Look at the so-called new crops around you. Have you never thought about why these crops grow so rapidly, produce such astonishing yields, and have nutrients that far exceed those of other crops? You praise them, you praise the agricultural cooperatives, you praise the king, but you never think about where the roots of these crops are planted! What kind of blasphemous magic did they draw upon for their birth?"

Spit flew everywhere as the priest watched with satisfaction as thousands of faces were confused and shaken by her words.

From the very beginning, magic spread through the throat and tongue, in the vibration of the air.

Using her family's inherited magic, she had selflessly gifted it to the heroes of Visergrand, but unfortunately, those two good-for-nothings have been missing ever since.

These magical powers don't change people's thoughts; they only stir up their most extreme emotions.

"I've come to reveal the truth! It's a monster! Every single grain of this food came from the filthy and blasphemous hands of a monster!"

"Don't look at me, the work environment needs to be kept clean, my hands are very clean."

Opoulia stretched out her finger to poke at Siolitta's eye, but the latter nimbly dodged it.

Siolitta mimicked the priest's tone, chuckling, "Quack, don't touch me with your filthy and blasphemous hands—but that old lady is really something, doesn't she realize that only she can hear her own voice?"

The moment he sensed the familiar way the magic was circulating, Mirad chanted a spell to seal the magic and voice the priest was spreading onto the stage, preventing them from spreading out.

This must be the magic that Eugene and Klinshead used to bewitch the people.

In a sense, what the priest said was true.

Her current plan to make it public is nothing more than to create chaos and openly activate the transfer magic circle to allow Rescadeer's troops to enter the city.

If this person hadn't gone astray by using magic, and if he hadn't already known the priest's purpose, Mirad would have truly believed that she harbored a heart full of patriotic fervor for humanity.

Are all the priests in Rescueyer this kind of scum?
Mirad could not hide the disappointment in his eyes.

To incite war for personal gain, to incite the masses, and to carry out assassinations.

Any one of these offenses would have been a capital offense a thousand years ago.

nowadays……

"Pfft... The king's face turned red from holding back laughter. It must have been difficult to suppress it, right? How wonderful, I also want to watch the mime performance from the audience..."

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