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

Chapter 132 The Filthy Body Bewitches the Gods: Thunderous Heavenly Forging (Part 1)

Minutes ago, on the ground.

Mirad dodged and weaved through the barrage of magical light projectiles woven by Pantelekia, each azure streak a projectile that symbolized death for an ordinary hero!
The launch port behind the mech spewed out streams of deadly light, and the light bullets that locked onto his position were like venomous snakes that would not give up their pursuit until they bit their prey, relentlessly chasing his movement at an extremely fast speed.

Even as his body made incredible sharp-angle maneuvers in the air, attempting to direct the deadly streams of light toward their caster, those half-human-sized azure magic projectiles were far superior to any magic projectiles created by ordinary spellcasters.

The light projectiles stopped abruptly just before hitting the mech, then turned and continued relentlessly pursuing Mirad's figure... their speed barely decreased!

A streak of light finally broke through the limits of dodging.

Mirad raised his right arm, and the automatic reflection spell inscribed within the Arm of Love lit up just as Mirad was about to be hit by the magic light projectile. The golden light stream devoured the projectiles made of pure magic with an even more ferocious appetite... This time, he did not choose to refract the light, but instead allowed the arm armor to greedily absorb it, and the transformed magic flowed back into Mirad's body like a warm current.

Although there will still be losses, it is still a valuable replenishment for Mirad, whose attacks have been constantly dodged by the enemy since the start of the battle.

"The response strategy has been adjusted. Dream simulation is now open again."

The crimson V-shaped light band on Pantelekia's face turned into a mesmerizing deep purple, and in that instant, it reconsidered Mirad's data after the battle.

Reaction time. Thinking habits. Magic usage efficiency.

The new killing logic is generated in a fraction of a second.

If a direct hit will be absorbed, then detonate it before contact; if the target is good at dodging, then use numbers to block the space, while making the speed of the attack far exceed the opponent's reaction limit.

Pantelekia redistributed its magical output, transferring energy originally used to enhance power to the propulsion system. In its calculations, the new magical energy projectiles, sacrificing some power for increased speed, would form an explosive network around the target before it could react. The chaotic magical flow would be far more difficult to absorb than a single projectile, and the projectiles' extreme speed would briefly exceed Mirad's reaction limit.

The second salvo turned the sky into a deep blue, a symbol of death.

Hundreds of light projectiles, each nearly a meter in diameter, swarmed in, and all of Mirad's possible dodge routes were predicted and blocked... The ground above the white wasteland was most deeply affected by Medusa's magic. The earth element, which was originally as easy to control as an extension of his arm, was completely solidified. He tried to use rock-shaping magic, but just like before, his call was swallowed by the solidified abyss.

The reflection spell on the Arm of Love was flashing wildly at an unprecedentedly high frequency, and a fragile barrier of golden light formed around Mirad. The magical turbulence generated by the explosion was like thousands of blunt knives cutting into his body; regeneration and depletion repeated thousands upon thousands of times in an instant, and his magical power was rapidly being consumed in the constant repetition.

At this rate of depletion... his own magic power will be exhausted in about seven days and seven nights, at which point he will have to absorb the surrounding magic power to revive... Not to mention the implications of doing so in the increasingly abundant white wasteland of demonic magic, the absorption efficiency and revival speed alone are far from keeping up with such intense consumption, and he doesn't think the other party will just let him obediently absorb magic power to revive.

He consistently dealt with Pantelekia in the most conservative manner, like dancing on a knife's edge.

This machine's combat mindset is quite different from that of humans and monsters. It will choose to unleash magic in the most efficient way to attack, without wasting even a bit of time and magic power on things it deems "redundant".

Its attack just now became much more intense, presumably because it has collected and applied the latest data…

...?
Mirad frowned. Even with the blessing of the wisdom bestowed upon Pantelekia by the god of wisdom, Pantelekia was able to comprehend the principles of all things.

But Mirad also knew that data collection and value judgment were two completely different things. Battlefield information was as vast as the ocean; which was effective tactical intelligence, and which was useless data garbage...? What logic did Pantelekia use to so accurately and quickly sift out the data that was beneficial to the battle in the ever-changing battlefield?
Mirad stopped thinking about it and casually patted his right arm guard, activating several spells he hadn't had time to learn... Most of them were functions that the poor people at the research institute had added on a whim by Hiolitta one day. In an instant, colorful bubbles filled the space around Mirad without warning, with a miniature Hiolitta figure bouncing around in the center of each bubble; a lullaby, ethereal yet gentle, sung by someone herself, also came from the arm guard, the melody simple yet touching the soul... It has to be admitted that Lilim's singing voice was indeed as if it had been kissed by the goddesses of music, and even the lullaby she hummed was like the grand finale in a top opera house.

"Good morning, my idol whom I've never met before! Today's breakfast recommendation is Hertanos milk with magical bread and dwarf egg jelly from the Land of the Unbelievable... Although the ingredients are a bit hard to gather, I'm sure you'll have no problem! Please enjoy this breakfast!"

...The phantom of Hyolita had just given a thumbs-up when it was blasted apart by the frenzied light blast.

Mirad keenly noticed that the barrage of bullets paused for an extremely brief and almost imperceptible moment. The deep V-shaped light band of Pantelekia flickered slightly, as if it were processing information far beyond the comprehension of its tactical database.

…Spam is still information, of course.

When Mirad himself solemnly activated these fancy functions, even machines like the Pantelekia had to take them seriously and redefine the priority of this junk information.

"...Dream simulation resumes."

The procedure was submitted for a second review.

A high-frequency, irregularly changing rainbow spectrum was detected, along with a dynamic model of the critically endangered individual "Sieotta" contained within. The model's movements were not combat-related, and its behavioral patterns conformed to the definition of entertainment or decoration.

A structurally complete and melodious sound wave vibration was captured. Comparison showed a 0% match with known aggressive sonic magic or mental pollution spells. Its acoustic characteristics are closer to those of artistic performance or spiritual solace.

Extremely low magical energy response was detected, with no direct physical destructive force and no known signs of magical interference. The spell's structure is complex, but its magical energy utilization efficiency is extremely low, failing to conform to any efficient combat logic.

Tactical deception is highly likely.

There is a possibility of psychological interference/information pollution.

The possibility of restructuring the tactical system is low.

...Update the target behavior pattern database and mark such phenomena as low-priority interference items.

The perception filter has been optimized to automatically filter out such signals in subsequent engagements, avoiding unnecessary module usage. The combat strategy remains unchanged, continuing to execute the efficient annihilation mode.

The deep purple V-shaped band of light in Pantelekia's eyes regained its stable brightness, archived this brief and strange episode, and re-locked onto Mirad's true form.

"...Target lost."

Not found! Vanished! Not captured!

Pantelekia wasted a fraction of a second analyzing junk information, and by the time he re-examined the battlefield, the target had vanished!

(End of this chapter)