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

Chapter 141 Their Fate (Two-in-One 7K)

Logically speaking, it would be difficult for him to break free from the Demon King's tail binding.

Its power is pure and strong, far surpassing any monster Mirad has encountered, not to mention its current state of being tightly bound and unable to exert its strength.

Mirad coldly stared at the delicate face before him, which showed anger because of his words.

He let the suddenly tightening snake body shatter his sternum into pieces and pierce his lungs. Warm blood mixed with fragments of his organs gushed from his mouth and nose, dripping down his chin... staining his pristine white scales with an undeniable, glaring scarlet.

…Then, the force of the wrapping loosened almost imperceptibly.

Air rushed back into the almost flattened respiratory tract, carrying a nauseating, heavy smell of rust.

The blessing of regeneration was rapidly repairing the damaged and ruptured organs and broken bones in his body, and the excruciating pain, like being torn apart by a thousand knives, did not cause his eyes to waver.

“My name is Miradmipa.”

The Demon King neither moved nor spoke, but stared unblinkingly at his lips.

“I will not demand that you, a heartless beast, remember this name… It is not important to you or me, but this name will surely be remembered by others in the future for another reason.”

"……what?"

His anger had not yet subsided when the demon king's snake hair approached his face, the pale golden snakes opening their mouths and greedily licking the blood dripping from Mirad's mouth and nose.

"Yuleia, the one who slew the Demon King!"

If you can't escape by force against force, then do the opposite.

Mirad channeled his magic, his earlier muttering buying him a moment to construct the spell. He further compressed, folded, and shattered his tightly gripped body!

In the brief moment when the Demon King was momentarily stunned by the sudden confusion, Mirad's originally robust body was forcibly compressed, his internal organs shifted, his bones broke, and his muscles twisted... In that instant, his bound body seemed to turn into a pool of freely flowing liquid.

The cage that should have been a perfectly sealed snake body had a fleeting, tiny gap appear because of his sudden transformation!
enough.

Mirad's figure was like a ghost, slipping out through the gap, flipping in mid-air, and his twisted body, which had been compressed and made thinner, landed steadily on the gray-white ground on the other side of the palace.

He knelt on the ground, panting heavily, crimson blood flowing continuously from his chin. But Mirad's right hand had already gripped the holy sword whose hilt had always rested at his side.

The restraints have been lifted.

The Demon King's serpentine eyes silently watched the figure that had broken free from its restraints.

It did not immediately give chase, nor did it show any unnecessary anger or surprise.

Even if the prey manages to break free of the cage, it is still just prey.

However, the cold anger in the eyes of that mere prey still amplified the anxiety that filled the emptiness in its heart.

It won't kill him.

Before it figured out what was behind the fog,
Before it produces offspring powerful enough to overthrow humanity.

Let his inferior and lowly life live a little longer... then let him witness his own children destroy the things he cherishes, and finally swallow him whole in his despair.

However... whether it's mating or communication, it cannot tolerate the other party showing its claws and trying to bite back.

If it can regenerate, then we should keep its limbs severed at all times. Anyway, as long as that part remains intact, there shouldn't be a problem with mating.

“I will remember the name Mirand, both in the past and in the future…”

The incoming sword light interrupted its words.

After the initial sword light, there were ten, a hundred, a thousand more dazzling lights that covered the entire palace!
The sword light, entrusted with the duty of slaying demons and eliminating evil, precisely avoided all the fixed sculptures in the palace. Thousands of sword lights struck it at almost the same time, aiming to cut its enormous serpent body into thousands of pieces from all angles and directions!
……

The demon king's eyes remained unmoved by the interruption.

They didn't even try to dodge, nor did they summon any defensive magic.

It simply watched calmly as the thousand sword lights swept in from all directions like a golden rainstorm.

The Eye of Impasse·Cosmic Stagnation.

At this moment.

The colorless, almost frozen, desolate domain fell into stillness once again.

It wasn't that time was frozen, but rather that a more fundamental and absolute definition enveloped the world.

When anyone looks directly into my eyes, all things cease to exist.

Thousands of slashes, powerful enough to cleave mountains and sever rivers, carrying dazzling holy light, came to an abrupt halt just inches from its enormous serpentine body.

It was neither bounced away nor annihilated.

Just like that, abruptly, defying all the laws of physics and magic, it froze in mid-air.

They retained the posture they were in when they were swung, but the warm, bright golden light quickly faded, turning into a grayish-white like that of sculptures. These sword lights had lost all kinetic energy and lethality... no longer deadly sword lights, but transformed into magical sculptures suspended in the air.

The Demon King's pure white vertical pupils swept over these insignificant threats... but the one who unleashed those sword lights was no longer in the same place.

The enormous, pure white snake tail swept across with a speed completely disproportionate to its massive size.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

Only a crisp, melodious sound, like shattered glass.

The solidified sword light, under the gentle sweep of the snake's tail, turned into countless gray-white fragments, like dust being brushed away, and then silently disappeared into this dead zone.

These sword lights... in essence, are nothing more than pure magical creations without any physical form. Even if they are solidified by them, they cannot maintain their own stability like objects with physical forms.

...extremely weak.

What other attack methods does he have?
Aside from the childlike, indiscriminate slashing of weapons and magic... all that's left is rock-shaping magic.

And now, the entire land where the Kingdom of Creteia is located has been fixed in that moment... No matter how much he calls out, the earth element in the land cannot respond to him.

The snake's hair spread out, observing every corner of the palace.

Each pair of tiny snake pupils is an extension of its Stagnant Demon Eye, and naturally possesses the Stagnant Demon Eye's effect. No matter which direction the attack comes from, it can immediately freeze the incoming sword light.

"You think you can kill me and leave your mark on history? By what means? By those so-called love, hope, courage, and miracles?"

It wasn't mockery, just confusion and bewilderment.

"The only title you'll be remembered for by those inferior creatures in your future lives is... that of my prey, the male who provided excellent offspring. Those humans you once protected will turn around and resent you, curse you, and hurl insults at you..."

The sword flashed.

fixed.

Brush away.

"But it doesn't matter. Those who are chewing on those meaningless words will eventually be killed by my offspring, and your infamy will be erased and forgotten... So why resist? The disparity in strength is so great, you have no chance of winning."

Sword light. Sword light. Sword light.

Boring tricks.

fixed.

Brush away.

"Stop. Your resistance is pointless. Even if you exhaust your magic, it won't harm me."

Another round of sword light appeared.

Have you truly recognized the gap?

What is the point of doing this?
Why is your will, your spirit, your determination still so strong?
"...noisy."

This time, the man's voice came along with the flash of the sword.

Hoarse, yet exceptionally clear.

The sword light lingered and transformed into a continuous river of light.

This time, the sword light was no longer a pure magical creation; its core was the dark and rough holy sword, which resembled a stone tool!
The effect of the Eye of Sloth still activated.

The outer shell of the sword light, the pure magic power, was instantly solidified and faded, but the holy sword wrapped in the sword light, with its powerful kinetic energy, pierced through the solidified light shell!
Mirad was always enveloped in a thin layer of magic... Under the almost constant gaze of the Eye of Stagnation, that thin shell was constantly solidified and broken. Amidst the shattered fragments, he was able to buy himself a brief moment to act and swung his sword at the Demon King's neck!
With a dull thud, the blade sliced ​​through the delicate neck, and the enormous snake's body suddenly froze, gushing out foul blood!

The Magic Eye has a priority because the field of vision itself is limited.

Mirad had made this judgment during the previous attack.

The sword light in front always solidifies before the sword light behind... even if the time difference is only a fleeting moment.

However, even a brief moment of piling up could buy him time to unleash a sword strike.

Thick, foul-smelling blood flowed, pooling on the ground to form a dark red lake.

This sword almost severed the Demon King's entire neck, leaving only the thin, tattered skin clinging to it!
"...I have been patient enough for you."

Its voice sounded muffled, as if it were soaked in blood.

Flesh and blood spread between the severed head and neck, eventually healing completely.

"Blood nourishment curse accumulates filth."

One after another, figures with human bodies, snake tails, and snake hair rose from the pool of blood... They were the Demon King's retinue and secondary creations, servants nurtured by the King's blood!
Each of them was as powerful as a Medusa, a superior-level monster. Dozens of these superior-level monsters were crammed into the palace, their translucent, blood-red snake-like hairs intertwined, and they raised their heads and hissed.

Even without the king's command, these unconscious, filthy creations, driven by their demonic instincts, looked toward Mirad.

Medusa's petrification is fundamentally different from the Demon King's immobilization... but it is still established through vision.

Therefore, when thousands of petrifying magic eyes, along with the tiny, narrow snake eyes on his snake hair, simultaneously focused on Mirad, who was shrouded in thin magic power, the magic power he used to maintain his movements was being consumed by them at an extremely fast rate!
The Demon King looked in his direction, but this time it didn't activate the Eye of Stagnation... because it wanted to see the fear and despair in his eyes with its own eyes!

What fueled its anxiety was that cold, angry gaze... It didn't understand it, and it didn't want to see it again.

He had been driven to the brink of despair, and the path he had finally found had been blocked. Without a doubt, he had lost!
But there was neither despair nor fear in his deep blue eyes.

There was only one kind of bright light, which it could not comprehend.

Absurd. Foolish. Utterly inefficient. To do something knowing it's impossible.

What exactly is that thing?
Centuries later, when a then-unknown succubus heard this tragic first love story from the mouth of a god, she hesitated before giving her own answer.

It should be... love, the emotion that connects people.

What sustained the hero to the very last moment was his love for humanity.

The love that even the Demon King himself had never experienced for the hero.

The deity who had kindly responded to her prayer paused, neither confirming nor denying the succubus's answer.

He simply continued telling the story, the ending of that tale.

In the completely sealed-off gray world, facing thousands of unavoidable petrifying demonic eyes, the blond swordsman still did not give up.

"...Ha. Blood Nourishment Curse Crimson Wall."

Mirad raised his left hand, and a smooth cut appeared on his wrist. Large gushes of blood gushed out like a waterfall, and under his control, they formed a thick blood curtain that enveloped his entire body.

The time he spent with "Ophie"... wasn't entirely wasted. Through his persistent efforts and requests, "Ophie" was willing to teach him some basic necromancy and blood magic.

He was thrilled by this, seeing it as proof that their relationship had progressed, and even shared his joy with Loran... only to receive the middle finger in response.

Looking back now, it was probably just a scrap of leftovers that the demon king casually tossed out to gain his trust.

How ironic. Now, Mirand is using exactly what it taught him to break the deadlock.

He finally understood why it could use such a bloody spell as the Blood Nourishment Curse so recklessly and recover so quickly... It was probably simply because the amount of blood loss that would be fatal to humans was just a drop in the ocean compared to its enormous true form, and at the same time, as a demon, its self-healing ability far exceeded that of humans.

Coincidentally, Mirad's Blessing of Regeneration can also do this.

As long as he has magic, there will be a continuous supply of blood... allowing him to cast this dubious blood-nourishing spell.

The blood curtain was watched by the petrifying demonic eye from the very beginning of its formation! Without the slightest suspense, the flowing barrier of blood was instantly petrified into a solid curtain wall.

But this also blocked the view of those secondary creations that continued to emerge.

"...The Sword of Glory, a divinely bestowed sacred artifact."

The radiance wrapped around the holy sword shone brightly! In the narrow and oppressive cage constructed by his own blood, Mirad poured magic and will into the divinely bestowed sword in his hand!
The sword emitted a high-pitched, mournful cry. Unbeknownst to Mirad, invisible threads of light seeped from the heavy, obsidian-like blade, merging with the intense radiance outside.

This divinely bestowed sword can even cut through the scales of a demon king, let alone a lowly creation born from the blood of a king!

The dazzling light, like the sun compressed to its extreme, burst forth with a roar!
The newly formed, seemingly indestructible petrified blood curtain was utterly fragile before this absolute power, and was melted through and vaporized in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the invincible beam of light, without the slightest weakening, passed horizontally over the fixed sculpture and slashed towards the densely packed serpentine creatures made of blood... and the Demon King standing behind them, indifferently watching all of this!

Before they could even utter a wail, their filthy blood evaporated like scorched morning dew, and those creations comparable to high-level demons were wiped out.

The beam of light, undiminished in its force, pointed directly at the Demon King's pure white serpentine body.

Just as it was about to slash into the Demon King's body, the Serpent Demon King finally stopped watching and took action.

It didn't even move an inch; its pure-colored snake eyes, once again, calmly and without any emotion, gazed at the pillar of light that had annihilated all its creations.

The devil's eyes are solid and the world is stagnant.

In an instant, the scene from before was reenacted, and the pillar of light that Mirad had swung out was solidified into a gray-white stone pillar!
Then, the Demon King casually flicked its enormous tail.

The stone pillar shattered, turning into harmless dust that filled the air.

...That's its spell.

Although it seems plausible but is actually flawed, and although it is crude and immature.

Although it was filled with his inefficient struggles and anger, it undoubtedly stemmed from its power, from what it had taught him. Why did it... bestow it upon him in the first place?

It was because they were worried that if they kept refusing his foolish and naive requests, it would arouse his suspicion and thus ruin their plans.

Offer some harmless treats to maintain the prey's trust.

It makes sense. It seems to be the most reasonable explanation.

still…

Thoughts that even it itself was unwilling to confront surfaced uncontrollably, like bubbles rising from the bottom of the water.

Or perhaps it was because that blond male, with his always calm, lake-like blue eyes, earnestly asked it again and again about those spells that seemed as simple as breathing to it…

Something swells within, and the inability to understand the resulting agitation spreads like wildfire, forcing it to choose the simplest and most efficient way to suppress these meaningless emotions... compromise?
To shut up a noisy pet, throw it a bone.

So that's how it is...?

No, that's not right. I clearly...

She reached out her hand to him. She opened her arms to him.

Let our hearts draw closer. The teaching went very smoothly.

If it were just about throwing bones, there would be no need to do so much.

What exactly is that...

It's the sweetness of gaining trust, a hypocritical imitation.

It's the sweetness of gaining trust, a hypocritical imitation.

It's the sweetness of gaining trust, a hypocritical imitation.

...I see.

That's right.

She was simply trying to gain his trust by using her appearance to seduce males, just like those succubi.

Use the King Demon Realm's Colorless and Almost Desolate Domain once again.

Kill him completely.

No, you can't kill...

I must preserve his seed; he must live on, live a very, very long time, die later than any human being, live longer than any human being, and I must mate with him to give birth to strong and lovely offspring…

Use the King Demon Realm's Colorless and Almost Desolate Domain once again.

Kill him completely.

Kill them completely. Kill them completely. Kill them completely.

Mirad frowned. The demon king in front of him had been stunned for nearly a tenth of a second. With such a large opening, he would naturally try to attack, but he couldn't help but wonder if this was yet another trap set by the other party.

According to his observations, its Sloth Eyes are not without weaknesses... no, rather than weaknesses, they are more like exploitable mechanisms.

Its fixation is different from petrification.

If a petrified object is left unsupported, it will immediately fall over.

However, what its Stagnation Eye fixes seems to solidify in space.

The fixed sword light froze in mid-air.

Even those civilians who were pinned down... remained motionless under the attack, firmly welded to the ground.

But why is the fixed magic power solidified around his body?
If everything is as he suspected…

The next strike will decide the outcome.

“Ophie…this is the last time I will call you by this name. With the next attack, my sword will pierce your heart, pouring demon-slaying incantations and holy magic into your chest, killing you completely.”

His words brought the stunned demon king back to his senses, but instead plunged it into even deeper confusion.

Why say these things before an attack?

Why can't you just be quiet, stay put, and give up resisting...?
"This is the sword that will kill you. You'd better... take a good look and remember it."

Mirad held the Sword of Oath of Glory high before him.

Then, push off the ground and jump.

Orpheus saw a shooting star.

It wasn't actually streaking across the sky; it was a star she had read about in human books, a star from which she could make a wish.

Instead, it is a trajectory of pure gold that rises from the bottom up, defying all laws.

Mirad's figure was at the very front of that trajectory.

He stomped the ground and soared into the sky, his entire being transforming into a sword to slay the king.

The holy sword in his hand no longer emitted destructive radiance.

Instead, it abnormally drew all the light and heat inward, and the brilliant holy light was now like a whole galaxy imprisoned within the sword, with countless tiny points of light flowing and dying within the dark sword.

He attacked her.

Her abilities are only considered average among the crown princes.

In terms of strength and physical power alone, she is no match for Floros.

In terms of intelligence and understanding of humanity alone, she cannot compare to Obola.

The gathering of princes nearly destroyed Petro, but she, as a third party lurking in Petro's library, suppressed her murderous intent, waiting for the best opportunity while accumulating knowledge of imitating humans.

It wasn't until Floros killed another crown prince that she had the chance to strike and severely wound the arrogant, foolish dragon who ignored the ground beneath her feet.

It was around that time that she came across a worn-out book.

The book says that when the princess is imprisoned by the dragon at the top of the tower, a prince draped in starlight will come for her, riding a white horse and holding a sword, crossing thorns and abysses.

Absurd. Ridiculous. Utterly illogical.

When she pushed open the palace doors, the so-called princess, imprisoned deep within Petro, was already a skeleton, her fate unknown. Perhaps poisoned, perhaps murdered by other members of the royal family… she didn't care; she simply felt this identity was just right.

That princess never got to see her prince, so it seems that not everything in human books is true.

But, but…

The figure reflected in her pure white pupils was indeed...

"The King Demon Realm has fallen into a colorless and desolate state."

The Demon King mockingly unleashed the Demon Realm, intending to freeze the unrepentant human in mid-air! Since he refused to submit, it would follow its instincts and utterly kill him!

"Ah... what a foolish prince..."

Orpheus, expressionless, opened her arms to the prince rushing towards her, revealing her chest without reservation. The embrace… she remembered how warm it was.

The sword's edge pierced the demon king's chest, which held no restraint.

Orpheus, filled with murderous intent, grasped the hero's heart.

"Cough... Success... Divinely granted artifact oath... Sword of Glory..."

Mirad gave a bitter laugh.

The light of the holy sword erupted from within the Demon King's body.

Although the demon king, now alert, inevitably grabbed his heart, his plan did indeed succeed.

The Demon King's Eye of Inertia and the Colorless Realm of Desolation... share a common mechanism: when an object is fixed, it is actually relatively fixed.

The sword light is fixed relative to the ground.

Magic power is fixed relative to him.

In other words, its fixation is not a true spatial solidification. If one side is moved, the other side will also move.

He openly proclaimed that attracting the Demon King's attention was to make it focus its gaze on him, thus preventing it from reacting to... the anomaly on the ground.

Blood flowed on the sloping ground.

The Demon King would undoubtedly subconsciously fix him to the ground... or the palace, but it doesn't matter.

If something is fixed in place, moving one side will cause the other side to move as well.

  and so.

All you need to do is move the ground.

Just now, he used up all the magic power he had left.

He used what was probably the largest-scale rock-shaping magic he had ever employed.

Since the land was fixed by the Demon Realm, the exploration continued downwards. The perception of the rock-shaping magic pierced through the stagnant soil and touched the churning magma. It condensed, then dragged. Slightly tilted, carrying the entire kingdom on its back, it moved towards the Demon King's direction.

And being fixed to the ground, he naturally moved more than ten meters toward the Demon King.

The holy sword pierced the demon king's chest, and the demon king, realizing what was happening, grabbed his heart.

...It has no magic left and can no longer support regeneration.

Oh, I'm going to die.

I'm sorry, everyone... I couldn't save you...

Something warm and soft dripped onto my face...it must be blood...

His heart was crushed.

So the hero closed his eyes.

"..."

She failed to notice the slippage of the ground.

Orpheus's serpentine body had lost all its strength. The piercing of her heart had triggered the brilliance of the Holy Sword within her body... Her entire body had been shattered, leaving only a mangled upper body, still holding the human in her arms.

This has exceeded her self-healing limit, and that holy sword is by no means an ordinary so-called treasure sword... It's a done deal.

She looked at him in her arms.

He's dying. So is she.

The body heat of the person in my arms gradually dissipated.

The warm embrace will soon lose its warmth.

Despicable humans, damned humans, vile and inferior species, how could you, how could you... fool me and kill me with such a ridiculous trick?
I haven't had time to understand those things on the other side of the mist. I still want to mate with him and have many, many offspring... I still want to witness the end times with him and then become one with him again.

How could you die? How could you die? How dare you die?

How could you die so easily?

I...I will curse you.

I curse your soul to never escape the bondage of your body.

I curse you, that even if you are left with only a drop of blood or a fragment of bone, you will not die, nor suffer eternal torment, forever and ever.

You will live longer than any human being.

You will die later than any other human being.

You will lose all your relatives, all your friends, and all your lovers.

You won't try to find another spouse because you're just a boring and stupid human being.

You will always, always be alone.

You will live.

"Gu Lao Demonic Eyes Heaven and Earth...Zu Lai."

And that was their fate.

After hearing the story, the succubus simply lowered her head and remained silent for a long time.

He told her that it was just an ordinary story, one that had probably happened many, many times before.

But this shouldn't be the case.

"This is too cruel," the succubus said. "Why did two lines that were about to overlap miss each other? Perhaps... this is not right? It shouldn't be like this; it was wrong from the very beginning."

He said, "You can try to change, and I will do everything I can to help you."

Even before He was the supreme deity, He was moved by this.

(End of this chapter)