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

Chapter 135 Love.exe (4K)

The heavens merge and form is cast; a glimmer of light flashes and thunder roars.

The weaponry, forged by the combined power of the gods, transforms into an ultimate flash that cleaves through the sky and the gloom!
Its target is only the resurrected saint who stands on the other side, his movements hindered by the crimson, scorching rays!
Based on the prediction of the Pantelekia Divine Forging Blade, this strike can consume most of the magic power in the target "Resurrection Saint" body, causing him to enter a state of magic depletion... By placing him in a low-magic environment, the time for the other party to regenerate and revive will be infinitely extended, and the guiding ritual can be carried out smoothly.

Analysis shows that if the Lightning Bolt is used directly, the target has a 97.3% chance of successfully evading it. This probability is unacceptable. Therefore, the pre-emptive suppression program is activated, and the magic vents on its back are firing at full power to ensure that this decisive blow hits the target.

The entire suppression airspace formed in an instant, and thousands of crimson rays shot out like a volcanic eruption, illuminating the sky and earth as if it were hell, and raining down from the sky like a divine punishment.

The rays landed, blocking the target's movement trajectory, but did not dissipate immediately. Instead, they remained on the ground and continued to burn, containing the crimson flames of the rising sun that would restrict any form of rapid passage.

Even a hero who has slain two Demon Kings should not have any chance of retaliating against this attack!

Pantelekia's core logic led to a definitive conclusion: the probability of the target dodging this attack was less than 0.07%.

All variables have been incorporated into the calculations. Current coordinates, magic concentration, predicted muscle fiber contraction, the target's historical evasion patterns, and environmental constraints... even the potential that humans, as children of possibility, might unleash in dire situations—a potential categorized as "human unpredictability"—is considered. Even if the weight of this uncertainty is tripled, the probability of ultimately dodging this attack is only 0.083%.

enough.

The lightsaber, forged from azure lightning and golden flames, carrying the power to devour, destroy, and incinerate everything, hurtled toward Mirard along the only possible trajectory locked by thousands of crimson rays.

Pantelekia's core judgment has begun to reserve magic power to create an absolutely low-magic environment within its own internal cavity in order to contain the remains of the saint!

"...A very beautiful move. It's hard to imagine that a lifeless device could wield such a sword."

Mirad did not dodge.

Rather, in his view, avoidance had become completely meaningless. The net woven by Pantelekia using thousands of crimson rays had burned away all possible paths to survival, turning them into traps with no chance of escape.

He gazed at the azure-gold lightning bolt that pierced the heavens and earth, a hint of admiration in his eyes. The clear golden light on the Arm of Love no longer attempted to condense into an indestructible magical reflection spell, but instead returned to the arm armor itself, protecting the gift from his fan in a restrained manner.

The next instant, lightning and fire, symbols of destruction, engulfed him.

However, the anticipated scene of the body being instantly evaporated did not occur.

Centered on Mirad, the ground within a radius of several thousand meters instantly transformed into a magical ocean interwoven with azure and crimson gold! If the land, buildings, and people within it had not been fixed in the boundless time by Medusa's demonic eye, they would have been vaporized without a trace the instant they were struck.

When the thunder and fire subsided, a figure remained motionless.

…Mirad knew all too well that his weakness was quite obvious. The regeneration of his body would constantly consume magic power, and once the magic power stored in his body was depleted, he would prioritize absorbing magic power from the surrounding environment, which would prolong the resurrection time. If an enemy were to place his helpless body in a magic-poor land during this period… the resurrection time could be extremely long.

Therefore, after several attempts, he decided to add a small variable to it.

That is necromancy inscribed on the bones.

In the days when he walked the earth as the Saint of Resurrection, necromancy was still a taboo forbidden by the Church... and it probably still is now... but fortunately, he once had a good teacher.

So Mirad peeled off his own flesh and removed his cumbersome internal organs, and personally inscribed the spell to control the corpse on the exposed bones, modifying its target acquisition logic to target those with murderous intent and hostility.

There are two advantages to this.

Firstly, in his undead state, he can completely entrust his body to instinct and the perception of killing intent, freeing himself from the sluggishness of rational thinking and the fixed patterns of combat experience. He can often display attack trajectories that defy common sense and extreme combat tactics that trade injury for life, which in some cases can actually cause more damage to the enemy.

Secondly, maintaining necromancy allows for the active and effective suppression of Mirad's rapid regeneration ability. Regeneration is a massive source of mana consumption, and halting it effectively cuts off the largest mana expenditure. This allows him to allocate his precious mana to attack, defense, and mobility to the maximum extent possible, ensuring he always has his full mana reserves to face his enemies.

Outsiders often only know one aspect and not the other... The second point is probably not even clear to a loyal fan like Siolitta.

The essence of Pantelekia's attack should be to inflict a vast amount of non-lethal damage in a very short time, thereby depleting the magic power in his body and putting him into an irresistible state that requires a long time to revive.

But... it's a real shame.

"..."

The flesh had been decomposed and evaporated by terrifying magic, but the corpse and the Arm of Love, branded with necromancy, were preserved. A translucent phantom constructed of pure magic quickly covered it, making the scene less blatant.

Just defending against it consumed about 40% of my magic power. If I add the unsuppressed physical regeneration... I might really be drained of all my magic power by this attack.

Necromantic magic, dispelled.

Flesh and blood proliferated, filling every corner of Mirad's body.

Pantelekia's previous attack had consumed too much magic power, and it should no longer be able to unleash a second Fusion Forge: Gap Lightning.

Although it's unclear exactly how it quickly replenished its magic power... as long as we keep applying pressure and don't give it any chance to catch its breath or activate its special buffs, we can drag the battle into a rhythm that's in our favor!

The V-shaped light band on the surface of the Pantelekia was still flashing at a high frequency, clearly undergoing intense internal calculations, and the opportunity left for itself was fleeting.

Mirad suddenly ducked, the scorching red light brushing past his hair. He seized the brief moment when Pantelekia allocated a large amount of computing power to the tactical re-deduction, and like a cheetah that had been lying in wait, he suddenly pounced!
"Oh!"

Mirad no longer relied on magic, but instead used pure physical strength to push off the ground. A shockwave exploded from the ground beneath his feet, and he moved like lightning, instantly closing in on the massive fuselage of Pantelekia!
The first strike! A fist imbued with immense magical power and equipped with the Arm of Love slammed into the seam of its waist armor, which had just healed from the previous attack by the light blade!

A piercing metallic tearing sound rang out, and the armor, which had been forged and strengthened by the gods, was slightly deformed by this blow. Before the crimson patterns could even emerge and absorb kinetic energy, cracks began to spread!
Most of its computing power was allocated to the verification of the previous scene, and now its actions can only be considered the simplest instinct! The light blade condensed on Pantelekia's arm slashed down with a fierce wind pressure, trying to cut down any target that dared to get close.

But Mirad met the attack head-on, his Arm of Love forcefully blocking the blow that swept the hillside, while his left leg swung upwards like a battle axe, his magic-infused heel slamming into the shoulder joint of his blade-wielding arm!

The transmission structure at the joints emitted a sound of strain.

His goal was quite clear. Since the destructive magic was seen as a threat by the crimson patterns on the mecha and was being completely absorbed, then he would dismantle it! He would take the parts apart piece by piece, making it difficult for the Pantelekia to repair its own mecha!

Pantelekia's counterattack faltered for a moment. It attempted to fire the crimson ray again, but the nozzle on its back only flickered a few times before failing to fire.

Immediately afterward, a vibrant, girlish voice, seemingly out of place with the battlefield atmosphere, suddenly rang out from the Pantelekia's audio output system. Though filled with static, it was clearly audible: "Lord Mirad! Although I haven't met you yet, I feel you're just as tall and handsome as described in the books! Oh dear, it's a pity the surviving paintings are all so ugly… Why didn't the church's artists paint you even more handsome? Look, look, this is how I imagine you! Eh? Headmaster, you said this device can only record sound, not video? How can that be! Please add video recording functionality in the next version… Hehehe? Thanks for your help?"

Mirad: "...?"

Pantelekia: "...?"

Siolitta was eaten by this thing? Wasn't she just fighting Rielmegel a moment ago...? No, that's not right.

It's not the audio recorded by the Arm of Love, not by the real Siolitta.

Pantelekia's V-shaped light stripe flickered violently, seemingly unable to handle the sudden scene.

Could it be that……

Mirad had a ridiculous thought. He glanced at the Arm of Love on his right arm.

It is now known.

First, the magic of monsters has the characteristics of erosion and assimilation.

Second, the Arm of Love stores the audio-visual recordings of Hyolita... in the form of magic.

Third, the Arm of Love has had many close encounters with the Pantelekia's fuselage in previous battles.

Without hesitation, Mirad flashed behind Pantelekia and slammed a heavy elbow strike into the magical spit on its back, attempting to dismantle it.

"For lunch today, I recommend you and your loyal fan go on a picnic in the Land of the Mysterious! According to reliable inside information, that loyal fan's third sister dotes on her! If she brings her idol along, she'll surely receive a very warm welcome... Anyway, don't hesitate! Quickly take the hand of that loyal fan who's always by your side, close your eyes, take five steps to the left, two steps to the right, and then jump down into the Zero Hole. Let's enter the Land of the Mysterious together!"

"Target...interference...ineffective..."

Pantelekia's synthesized sounds all seemed to carry a subtle, almost imperceptible disorder.

"I've got a clue about where you were buried... Oh dear, how come there are so many places claiming to be your final resting place? I think you should reflect on this, Lord Mirad?"

"Hehehe... Today's weather is of course... sunny! No reason why! It's definitely sunny! My weather forecast is never wrong, you know? Ahem, if any of your loyal fans hear this broadcast, please move your fingers and chase away the dark clouds and thunderclouds!"

...How many recordings did she stuff into this arm guard?
Mirad felt somewhat ashamed upon hearing this.

More and more words of anticipation and longing from Siolitta flowed from Pantelekia's audio output system.

These voices, mixed in with system warnings and combat commands, severely disrupt its information processing and combat rhythm... not to mention that these human-like voices have also infiltrated its database and are multiplying themselves at an alarming rate using its magic!

"Wow, I told the headmistress and the others that I wanted to add a feature that releases soap bubbles, and the bubbles have to contain my image, so that when you miss me, Lord Mirad, but I'm not around, you can be surrounded by me anytime... This time they didn't complain, right? They did it so quickly... When exactly will you wake up...?"

Mirad peeled away the mech's outer armor piece by piece, like disassembling a toy, revealing its intricate components and shimmering magical conduits.

"Whoa! Goo-ooh-oooooooooooooooooooo-"

Wow, even the ghostly cries got through.

Pantelekia's system is experiencing unprecedented chaos. Hiolitta's vibrant voice is replicating and multiplying like a virus within its database, each syllable consuming its computing resources!

What is this?! If it had self-awareness, it would probably be just as amazed!
"Warning: Database integrity compromised... Buzzing... Core protocol conflict..."

The mechanical body before Mirand began to twitch uncoordinatedly, the V-shaped light band frantically switching between crimson and chaotic colors. It tried to raise the light blade, but its arms drew bizarre arcs in the air as if it were drunk. It tried to retreat and regain its footing, but its legs inexplicably began to dance clumsily... its bent legs were not used to the gait of normal human legs... it even almost tripped itself.

Mirad raised his foot and delivered a powerful kick, precisely hitting the drive shaft of the knee joint, causing the mech to kneel on one knee and bringing its comical and clumsy dance to a halt.

The blessing of the rising sun, activated…

Error! An unknown process is consuming resources!
Warning! Self-replicating data packets detected!

Warning! Database integrity compromised by 87%!

Stop using protection! Stop immediately!
"Lord Mirad! Did you know? I specially adjusted the refractive index of the bubbles, so they'll look especially beautiful in the sunlight~"

The system indicates that 3695 new audio files have been added.

"Hehe, and it even has an automatic tracking function, so there's nothing you can do about escaping, okay?"

The flow of magic is abnormal; 63% of magic is being used to generate anomalous data.

Forced shutdown...failed!
Mirad destroyed the last set of magical conduits on its back, and the Pantelekia's system seemed to have finally reached the point of collapse.

The massive Pantelekia trembled violently, its V-shaped light stripe flashing wildly like a rainbow before finally settling on a desperate pink. The next second, its head armor burst open, spewing forth tens of thousands of colorful bubbles… each bubble reflecting a miniature image of Siolitta, which danced across the battlefield.

"Last and lastly~ I hope you, Lord Mirad, will like this gift! From your most, most, most, most loyal fan... Siolitta!"

Around Pantelekia, the playful bubbles were still floating merrily above the wrecked machine, just as she had said in her audio... Lilim really had added an automatic tracking function to the bubbles, and now tens of thousands of bubbles had gathered around, completely blocking Mirad's view.

All he could see was Hyolita spinning, jumping, and making faces. Bubbles gently bumped against his cheeks and shoulders, popping with tiny crackling sounds before releasing a wisp of Hyolita's scent.

A sweet, rich citrus fragrance. Perhaps there are others, but Mirand is really not good at identifying the components of a scent.

"Ha. I do... kind of like this gift."

(End of this chapter)