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

Chapter 97 Colorless Rain (Thanks to the medicine vendor in the street for the Silver Alliance!)

The dragon's scales are engraved with high-level magical reflection spells, capable of reflecting anything constructed of pure magic. This applies to the arc of light slashed by the holy sword, as well as the magical rain falling from the sky.

This is the intelligence Mirad obtained after his attack failed.

In that case, let's use pure force and momentum to break through the opponent's defenses!

Mirad's feet sank into the ground, and a powerful earth magic rose from beneath his feet and flowed into the holy sword in his hand.

Faced with the colossal claw that blotted out the sky, he simply swung his holy sword, and then the solid rock slammed into the dragon's claw with a muffled thud, buying a moment for the true blade to arrive!
The arrogant dragon never imagined that its claw strike would be blocked by a mere human. Before it could even be surprised, golden light emanating from between its claws was reflected in its dragon eyes.

The scalding dragon blood gushed out in all directions, only to be evaporated by the gentle yet non-irritating holy light the moment it touched the air.

The massive claw, carrying a wave of heat and capable of shattering mountains, stopped abruptly as it descended. However, the dragon's forelimbs continued to swing down due to inertia, completely separating the smooth cut from the claw.

With a single strike, Mirad's holy sword severed one of the dragon's forepaws!

The belatedly aware dragon let out a deafening roar that shook the earth. This injury was even more shameful than the hideous wound on its chest. It might be somewhat acceptable if it were a monster of the same level, but if it were a human... if it were just a mere human!
Boiling arrogance mingled with overwhelming killing intent, and the dragon was truly enraged. It turned its body, leaving the vanished ant behind, and now all it wanted to do was make the human wielding the sword in front of it pay the price.

Burn it to an irreparable char with dragon's flame?

Use the remaining giant claws to crush his body into mud.

Chew with your teeth and then swallow to digest?
It must all be done! These ants must all be made to endure this despair and suffering!

The dragon's already dwindling rationality was completely worn away, and it flapped its membranous wings to fly into the air.

Its fighting instincts told it to seize the aerial advantage and then use its wide-range dragon fire breath to restrict the ant's movements. Once the ant showed a weakness, it could use an even hotter, more powerful breath infused with more fire magic to kill the exhausted ant.

The gusts of wind ripped away the loose soil and uprooted the trees, but Mirad remained standing in the pit, his eyes meeting those of the dragon.

He could naturally see through the dragon's plan. According to Mirad's experience, basically all flying dragons... when their proud and powerful bodies fail, they will choose to immediately create distance and use their dragon breath to wear them down.

...While they may retain their rationality when provoked, it is unlikely that rationality will prevail.

Therefore... it ignored the long-accumulated attack from above.

Orpheus hovered directly above the dragon, his face so pale it was almost transparent.

Large gushes of scarlet blood were gushing from the deep, bone-revealing wounds on her wrists, not dripping downwards, but being drawn upwards by an invisible force, flowing into the enormous magical spear.

The transparent spearhead, formed from pure magic, was already half the size of a dragon's body.

It remained silently suspended atop the giant dragon's head.

It has no form or color, as ethereal as an illusion, a shadow, or a visual illusion... yet it exudes a chilling sense of oppression.

Even now, consumed by arrogance and rage, and focused solely on crushing Mirand, the dragon remains oblivious to the deadly threat emanating from above.

Orpheus nearly severed his hands from his wrists, barely holding them together with only a thin layer of skin and fragile bones.

Even so, her face remained expressionless.

Her figure, hovering behind the cone, was distorted and shifted by the magical veil, resembling a pale ghost that did not exist in this world and could vanish at any moment.

Mirad suddenly became very curious about what kind of scene could make this princess in distress show true joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. She used her most precious blood as a medium and price to obtain magical power far beyond the norm, as well as absolute control over this magic that was comparable to a forbidden spell.

Inside the originally completely transparent cone, extremely fine, spiderweb-like, dense scarlet patterns emerged.

The patterns are not static, but rather flow and expand slowly within the solidified cone of magic, as if infused with life.

That was her blood.

This was also a condition that allowed her to conceal the immense power of the magic to some extent.

This power, bought with blood, is enough to penetrate the Dragon King's proud reflection spell, and enough to grind down its arrogance, its ambition, and its life, merging them into the empty rain of magic.

The next moment, the colorless giant cone interwoven with blood lines began to fall silently, like a sudden summer downpour.

"Blood Nourishment Curse: Colorless Rain".

Orpheus chanted softly, and for some reason, even from such a distance, Mirad felt as if he could hear her ethereal voice.

Sensing the sluggishness when flapping its wings and the abnormality of the magic, the dragon finally raised its head and saw the giant magical cone that was about to take its life.

What's this?
For the first time in its life, it felt panicked.

Their lives were no longer like infants sleeping in a secure bed, but hanging precariously on a cliff face.

In its past life, it had never experienced such a suffocating feeling of losing control of everything.

The dragon struggled to flap its wings and stir up the wind, trying to escape from the torrential rain.

However, it was restrained by a giant rock chain that emerged from the earth at some unknown time. The dragon should have only needed a few breaths to tear apart these fragile ant-like creations, but a few breaths were enough for the giant cone to fall!
"At least they cooperated... I guess."

Mirad smiled and had the new rock cover the cracked parts of the chain.

By drawing the dragon's attention to the ground, Orpheus, who had disappeared somewhere, had a chance to accumulate magic power... and in the end, he even helped to restrain the dragon's escape, allowing that terrifying spell to hit its mark.

For a first collaboration that wasn't discussed beforehand, it was passable.

...Although most of the time it was Mirand who was doing the deductions himself.

No, it's not over yet.

Mirad gripped the hilt of his sword again, looking intently at the dragon struggling to break the rock chains.

It raised its head and let out a roar that shook the heavens. It was no longer a mere sound wave, but a howl imbued with tangible magic. At that moment, the scales all over its body trembled violently, emitting a piercing sound. Each dragon scale vibrated against the surrounding scales, creating a chaotic and disordered symphony!

The reflective spells inscribed on it were pushed to their limit, and its enormous body emitted an ominous dark red light, with scorching steam escaping from the gaps in its scales.

"The False King's Demon Realm: Scorching Hell and Burning Earth!" (Devildom of the Forged Crown - Inferno of Carnage)

Mirad couldn't understand the dragon's language, but he could still discern the meaning from its roar.

Scorching heat. A desperate battle. A fight to the death.

Knowing its death was imminent, the arrogant dragon, feeling its days were numbered, finally stopped holding back. It abandoned all pride and arrogance, and enveloped itself and its surroundings with the nascent demonic realm of the dragon king, a creation of a fake dragon king, even at the cost of the complete destruction of the reflection spells on its scales... It was determined to use this move to drag the two ants before it down to the underworld together!
(End of this chapter)