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

Chapter 48 The Unquenchable Heart Furnace Burns the Heavens (4)

"Ha, my name is Kissesfield, the hero of the kiss of fire. As you can see, I am a dying man."

Kiesl held the jet-black spear, which had been forged into a different form by the high temperature. Dark slag floated around the spearhead, like living flames leaping in the broken and hollowed-out parts, like magma flowing in the dark.

“My name is Mirad, Miradmipa. Nowadays, people usually call me the Saint of Resurrection, and as you can see, I'm an old man,”

Mirad weighed the demonic sword in his hand, a replica of the holy sword, several times... it was barely usable.

"Hero, Kissfield, I will defeat you as your senior, heal you, and protect you from the invasion of death."

"...Uncle, you didn't just remember to introduce yourself, did you? Although I forgot to ask. The Saint of Resurrection...so he's not a fictional character after all. No wonder you look so much older than me. The third move I was missing before, I can make up for it now! A hero who has defeated two Demon Kings and can be resurrected...then I won't stop here!"

Before he finished speaking, the black spear, which had become exceptionally heavy after being reforged, had already thrust forward. The power contained in this simple thrust already surpassed the first move he made when sparring with Kieslfield!
"Here it comes! The thrust of the super-black, super-heavy spear!"

The girl's excited words seemed somewhat ethereal under the terrifying power of the gun tip, and that wasn't all.

Five red stars... or rather, Gigantamax Shiny Fireballs simultaneously slammed into Mirad from above, below, left, right, and behind, completely blocking his escape route.

In an instant, the magic power compressed within the explosion's range will brutally tear apart all entities within its radius. Even the invulnerable bodies of heroes blessed with divine protection will be reduced to charcoal in this terrifying heat!

She won't lose, and she can't afford to lose!
Only victory... can bring the celestial fire of punishment back to Rescadeer and blaze upon the heads of sinners.

To act on behalf of God and punish the wicked.

This is the justice and goodness that Kieslfeld firmly believed in.

She was an overbearer and an arrogant person.

She wanted to unleash the punitive fire on behalf of the supreme god, even if it was only for a short day; she wanted to see Rescadeer free of treacherous villains!

The continuous explosions and booming sounds in front of her completely filled the narrow human-shaped space. Ordinary people would have been blown to bits long ago, but Kissfield dared not let her guard down. After all, that was the Saint of Resurrection...!
As the residual force dissipated... just as expected, there were no ashes of remains or the old man's figure in the smoke and dust.

Kissfield's eyes widened; there was no teleportation magic circle she had set up here.

"The teleportation magic circle is indeed very useful... so I learned it." The man's voice came from behind. Kissfield subconsciously raised her spear and thrust it behind her, but the empty feeling in her hand told her that her attack had failed.

The holy sword, emitting a soft glow, hovered in the air and floated past Kiesfield.

The next moment, Mirad appeared beside the holy sword and gripped the hilt once more.

A transfer magic circle was inscribed on the magical creation?
Kieslfelter belatedly realized how Mirad had escaped the relentless bombardment and stabbing.

"Since waking up, I have seen far too many things that are beyond my past common sense, so it is not good to stay in the past. I, an old man, also want to keep up with the times."

"Don't call yourself 'uncle' just because I call you that! It sounds so old-fashioned! You're actually quite handsome, but the way you talk is unpleasant! You're really going to have no girls like you like that, huh? Oh, speaking of which, do saints need spouses...?"

Kiesl turned around, summoning two Gigantamax Shining Fireballs to her bare heels. They changed shape, elongated and sharpened, transforming into inverted fiery cones, resembling a pair of magnificent high heels.

The girl's full, muscular legs suddenly curled up, and as she pushed off, the power provided by her fiery heels allowed her to create distance while instantly crashing into seven or eight floating Gigantamax☆ Shiny Fireballs.

These fireballs, essentially clumps of magic, merged into the crystals within her chest, causing Kieslfeld's already loud heartbeat to become even more magnificent. "Sorry, old man, I can't fight you for too long... I don't know how long I can live either, so in order for my future self to kill more sinners, let's finish this quickly?"

“How should you judge those who know of evil but turn a blind eye?” Mirad immediately followed up with Kieslfield.

The surrounding fireballs could be devoured by the opponent at any moment and converted back into magic to replenish their strength. Logically, they should fight a quick battle rather than a protracted war of attrition. Even if he could afford to wait it out, Kissfield's heart, which could collapse at any moment, could not.

"Wow, sir... you're not going to start a verbal battle with me, are you? Let me think... I'll save this kind of person for last. If I die before I've killed him, then let the next generation judge him~"

Kiesl bent over, her heart pounding fiercely inside the crystal, her rounded breasts swaying like a pendulum.

Four enormous wings made of flames spread out from its back, and from a distance it looks like a giant burning moth, which, despite burning, is determined to fly toward the light.

"Come on, uncle, stop running away!"

The moth's voluptuous form arrived in an instant, and Mirad raised the false holy sword, barely managing to block the jet-black spear enhanced by kinetic energy.

Using the momentum, she slammed down! Kissfield's attack sent Mirad and herself flying half the distance of Elsia City. The holy sword in Mirad's hand was barely able to withstand such an intense clash; after flashing a few times, its color faded slightly.

Sweep! Thrust! Upward slash!

Both were simple and unadorned gun techniques. Kieslfir did not choose the previous fighting method of separating herself from her gun, but instead tried to suppress Mirad by using her body's enhanced physical abilities.

Every time she attacks, she infiltrates Red Star's coordinated attack, and the entire sky is filled with her supplies and ammunition!
Mirad's ease only emboldened her, and each attack became more ferocious than the last.

Every clash between the holy sword and the black spear unleashed a thunderous roar that sent shivers down the spine of the city.

If the people on the ground can remain calm and squint to see clearly, they can see two leaping beams of light, gold and red, chasing, colliding, separating, and then tearing through the sky and intertwining again.

Golden streaks of light ripped across the sky, scattering countless tiny points of light. As crimson meteors streaked past, they left scorching trails of fire in the air, like a child's hasty drawing. The two battled against each other in the apocalyptic sky filled with crimson stars, each clash unleashing a shock that made the earth tremble.

"Damn it, this is insane..."

Klinshid looked up at the sky and could see that a thick, transparent membrane, like a soap bubble, enveloped Elcia, which was how Elcia was saved from being destroyed in the aftermath of the battle between the two monsters.

Even so, the temperature in the city continues to rise; despite it being a warm spring day, the temperature is approaching that of a sweltering summer.

"Yes, those who wish to temporarily leave Elsia City for refuge can go this way..."

Eugene evacuated the bewildered crowd, and to his surprise, there seemed to be no large-scale panic in the city.

He gripped Klinshid's trembling hand, his voice firm.
"Lord Mirad is fighting valiantly, and we should also do our part to comfort the residents and lead them to safety!"

"...It's amazing how you can make being unable to help sound so nice."

With a helpless smile, Klinshid activated the teleportation magic circle at hand, sending the residents to the outskirts of the city to prevent any unforeseen events.

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