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

Chapter 46 The Unquenchable Heart Furnace Burns the Heavens (2)

"...As a devout follower of the Supreme God and a priest of Rescade, I cannot stand idly by and watch this land be completely eroded by the demon realm! Humans do not need the luxuries offered by demons; they only need to have devout faith in the Supreme God, and His grace will naturally descend upon them!"

The priest opened his arms, his expression solemn.

In a daze, she felt as if she were standing behind the pulpit of the small chapel where she had first preached, with the congregation arranged by her family just as silent as they were today, listening to her teachings.

Hmph, these fools do have some redeeming qualities.

Unfortunately, it will be going to the underworld with me.

"Today, I fear no death, and I reveal to you the truth that has been hidden behind layers of secrecy..."

This sentence is the signal.

The assassin hidden in the crowd will draw his knife and slash at nearby tourists as soon as she finishes speaking, releasing smoke and flames in densely populated areas to ignite chaos and spread fear.

All she needed to do now was chant a small spell, powerful enough to pierce skin and muscle.

puff.

She heard the sound of a magic arrow piercing her heart.

His breath hitched slightly, and the priest knelt down.

As she faces death, what should she do?
Should he act more pitifully, or shout that there's an assassin?
Or perhaps it's about preserving some dignity for oneself?
No, no, the most important thing now is to see the reactions of the audience and the delegation…it will definitely be quite comical…

Because her death will bring... war...?
The dying man's pupils dilated instantly.

The reason was simple. No one, whether in the audience or in the VIP section, glanced at her.

How could this be? Where did things go wrong?
The surrounding temperature is rising; is it the temperature of the underworld?
Those ignorant people all seemed to be looking up at the sky.

With difficulty, the priestess lay supine on the stage, blood gushing from the hole in her chest. Her consciousness was already blurred, and soon even the most basic miracle of recovery would not be able to be sustained.

She squinted and saw it.

Nearly a hundred bright red stars, comparable in brightness to the blazing sun, hung in the sky, staining the entire sky blood-red.

Each crimson star pulsed and rotated as if breathing. One of them suddenly contracted, then burst forth and scattered, transforming into a brilliant rain of light.

The specks of light fell extremely slowly, as if deliberately lingering in the air to let everyone on earth witness the magnificent sight of the crimson star in full bloom.

By the time they reached the ground, Mars had lost its magic and heat, emitting only a faint light before disappearing.

The rain of fire and light radiating into the ground was almost like...

Fireworks... a grand fireworks display.

This wasn't a warning or a deterrent; it was just fireworks. The rain of light lingered in the air for a long time because the instigator wanted a specific person to see it… a signal they had agreed upon.

Even the stubborn priest couldn't help but marvel at the magnificence and astonishing cost of the scene before him, even though each of the red stars hanging overhead was enough to destroy half of Elcia.

However, that would be as if they were mocking her ugliness.

Kieslfield…

With his last ounce of strength, he activated the communication array. All he heard were unbearable sounds, the heavy breathing of the assassins, and... the excited voices of the girls.

Haha... a complete loss.

His eyes became completely cloudy, and death arrived as expected.

The final struggle of a stray dog ​​in its twilight years ultimately failed to even cause a ripple.

"Kissfield...?"

Looking up at the sky and seeing the bursting light and fireworks, Mirad understood the other party's true identity.

He glanced at the lifeless priest Rescadeer lying in the center of the stage, paused for half a second, and watched as the corpse was submerged by the softened ground.

Mirad knew, of course, that the death of a priest had not yet revealed its full power, and that it wouldn't lose its significance just because no one witnessed it. At the very least, he needed to delay the pace of war and chaos, preventing the assembly from becoming even more chaotic before he resolved Kisfield's problem.

Siolitta, unusually, did not smile. She made the sign of the cross in the direction the priest had passed away, a gesture of respect for the deceased, which suited her nun's habit quite well. "Oh, God above, may you rest in peace, the old priestess whose name I do not know..."

In the end, it was a monster that mourned her.

“As planned, the magic circle’s teleportation function has failed… The priest’s private army cannot reach Elcia and will be mistakenly transported to various demon realms; the assassins in the crowd have also been subdued. The only remaining enemy is…” Opora withdrew her gaze.

Mirad closed his eyes slightly, avoiding the dazzling light of the crimson star in the sky. "Only she is missing. The scale of magic power above her head far exceeds the magic power capacity of Kissfield. She must have connected to the magic power of the magic furnace... through those transfer magic circles."

It simply utilizes the connection between the transfer magic circle and public facilities, so it doesn't matter if the magic circle's transfer function fails.

By unlocking the magic furnace's permissions, one can place their body into the circuit, thereby connecting to the magic furnace and injecting a massive amount of magic power, dozens or even hundreds of times the normal magic power capacity, into their body.

The giant, shimmering fireballs above her head were the result of her releasing a portion of her magic that she hadn't fully controlled.

A brilliant... but also incredibly foolish thing to do.

"Going to see your junior? As promised, I won't interfere," Hiolitta brushed the dust off Mirard's shoulder, her eyes gleaming. "Don't lose to that hot female hero who's good for nothing but her huge breasts! Although in her current state she should be the undisputed strongest hero... but Lady Mirard, you are the strongest in history! The strongest of the modern era versus the strongest of history—"

Mirad pinched her lips, silencing Siolitta's next words, and calmly stated his request, "Help me protect the civilians and prevent them from affecting Elcia."

Having spent a lot of time with Lilim, Mirad has learned how to use her power and knowledge.

"Ohh Ohh ohh!"

Siolitta gave two thumbs up.

…She was probably saying she would guarantee to complete the mission.

This monster seems to never refuse any command given by the person in their capacity as a "hero" or "saint".

Is this what she calls fan worship?

But it was indeed very convenient. Whether it was various kinds of magic or knowledge about monsters. Gradually, Mirad himself became accustomed to using this monster beside him.

“Mirad, I know I’m not qualified to ask you for a favor, but…” Opola tugged at his sleeve, “Could you… let that child live? Just as a way of atoning for my sins.”

"Ah."

This is beyond doubt.

Find out what Kissfield's purpose is, and then decide whether to support or oppose it... This is what we agreed upon.

But before that, he had to ensure Kiesl's survival.

In any case, heroes act out of a sense of justice and goodness, which is proof of their selection and the biggest difference between them and priests... so he was willing to give her enough time and patience.

Kieslfield's position was in the air.

Mirad could not ignore that immense magical power no matter what.

Was it to avoid fighting on the ground with someone skilled in rock-shaping magic? Or was it to stay as far away from the crowd as possible in the air to prevent Elcia from being affected?
Or perhaps, they simply find aerial combat very cool.

It has all three.

Guessing what Kissfield was thinking, Mirad chanted a modern flight spell that he wasn't very familiar with, as he wasn't quite proficient at mastering it as a branch of wind magic.

"May you have great success in your military campaigns."

Obora placed her small hand on his lower back, and Mirad tensed his muscles, resisting the urge to break free. He let the warm current of magic flow through him, and his clumsy flight magic began to operate smoothly.

Silently, he nodded, and the shockwave rippled outwards from Mirad's center.

He took flight, heading towards the source of the rain of light and flame, the center of a hundred crimson stars, the battlefield his trustworthy junior had created for him.

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