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

Chapter 98 Self-Sacrifice Gun

The scorched woodland had disappeared from view.

Instead, there was a scorched earth prison shrouded in a dark red light curtain, where not a blade of grass could grow.

The air distorted and boiled at a visible speed. With each breath, Mirad felt as if he were inhaling molten iron into his lungs. The moisture in his body was being lost at an alarming rate, and even the protection brought by the Blessing of the Hero could only barely resist it.

This suddenly appearing domain is frantically drawing in and absorbing all the magic around it. Whether it's Orpheus's "Blood Nourishing Curse Colorless Rain" that hasn't fully fallen yet, or the magical link between him and the earth, everything is being forcibly distorted and weakened by this tyrannical and unreasonable force.

Wherever the Demon King goes, all things bow down.

The king's power is equally above all demons.

The king only needs to exist passively to make the environment and nature bow down and spontaneously evolve to serve the king.

As the crown prince closest to the Demon King, the dragon's magical power is sufficient to simulate such might.

Even if he is given the title of a false king, even if he is just struggling in his death throes.

The false king's demon realm was scorching and the earth was parched.

Its will will not perish until the very last moment of the battle.

This was originally a domain developed by dragons out of their arrogance in the face of death, but now it is being used to its fullest potential because of their fear of death.

The dragon's scales were peeling off and melting away, transforming into a dark red torrent of magic that flowed into the area.

It sacrificed its most prized scales, throwing all its power into this final, desperate battle.

In the sky, Orpheus's massive "colorless rain" finally fell, but the moment it came into contact with the giant dragon whose body was covered in dark red turbid currents, it was weakened by the scorching magic power, and its power was greatly reduced.

The remaining portion, though it still pierced through the turbid magical flow and embedded itself in the dragon's back, began to heal at an extremely rapid pace under the dragon's magma-like magical power, which should have been fatal.

The dragon's roar echoed in the narrow demon realm, its dragon eyes fixed on Mirad and Orpheus, whose face was pale from exhaustion in the sky.

The wind howled, and the dragon flames burned fiercely!
The newly formed dragon claws pressed down on Mirad's skull, while the skull itself was aimed at Orpheus.

Her figure swayed precariously from excessive magic consumption, and the colorless rain, which should have completely killed the dragon, could only severely injure it. Having failed to kill it with a single blow, Orpheus was now at her last gasp.

In this scorching hell and scorched earth, a dragon's severe injury is considered a minor wound, and a minor wound is no wound at all!

Mirad gripped the holy sword, his muscles taut.

His figure narrowly escaped from the dragon's claws, whose speed and power had been amplified countless times, and he swung his holy sword, leaving golden sword marks on the dragon's lava-like skin.

Even the magic of the holy sword could not escape being reduced and eventually absorbed by the scorching fire magic, and the wound he left behind disappeared in an instant.

If we can use the Demon-Slaying Spell to hit the dragon's vital points... perhaps we can change the course of the battle.

Mirad's sword was already at the dragon's neck. He turned around, twisted his waist, and slashed at the dragon's neck.

This was both to break the weakness known as "Reverse Scale" and to change the direction of the dragon's breath, giving Orpheus, who was temporarily unable to retaliate, a chance to catch his breath!

The dragon's heart and reverse scales should be the few remaining weaknesses of this giant dragon, but at this moment the dragon's heart has been enveloped by magic again, and the hideous wounds that pierced through the dragon's neck and chest have been filled. It is undoubtedly extremely difficult to penetrate the dragon's heart.

All I need to do is unleash the maximum power of the demon-slaying incantation and inject it into the Reverse Scale... but I can't do it!

Although Mirad had just changed the direction of the dragon's breath and narrowly dodged the surge of magic on its skin... the giant claws had already caught up with his position and were attacking again, while the dragon's breath was solidifying again!

As a sacred magic that can be used with the blessing of the supreme god, the Demon-Slaying Spell can erase the existence of evil in a dazzling holy flash... It can be said to be the greatest nemesis of demons.

But... it's not possible right now.

Mirad was currently struggling to deal with the dragon's counterattack, and also had to protect the teetering Ophie from its clutches. The time required to cast the demon-slaying spell was only a few seconds for him, but those few seconds could determine life or death. He could not afford to be careless for those few seconds, nor could he use the time to use magic.

He is now fighting entirely on instinct, and using simplified rock-shaping magic that doesn't require much mental preparation to hinder the dragon's movements.

Time seemed to have fallen into thick syrup.

This battle is bound to turn into a protracted war of attrition until the very end.

However, both the dragon and the two noticed that something foreign was invading the battlefield.

……

A few seconds ago.

Atop a hill a few hundred meters away. "As a friend, I'm grateful for your helping hand that day, which allowed me to experience the world's first kindness. So running away is definitely out of the question."

The lightly armed gray-haired swordsman took a deep breath and gazed at the dark red area in the distance.

Even thousands of meters away, his throat was still being burned by the scalding magic. The intense pain tugged at his facial muscles, rendering Logan's efforts to appear cool futile. He didn't even need to look to know that his expression was terrifyingly distorted.
"Damn it... they've already activated their own protective barrier. I knew it was too late to call for reinforcements."

Logan only had a superficial understanding of the magic and the rules governing its operation in this world.

The meager magical power within him was only enough to throw one or two magical arrows before it was completely exhausted.

Such a person would indeed be completely useless on this kind of battlefield.

But... it's different.

Logan carefully took a bullet out of his pocket.

That was a one-of-a-kind bullet, the culmination of Logan and Mirard's hard work, the only one of its kind they had researched for a year... the Demon-Slaying Bullet.

Without the slightest hesitation, Logan simply and brutally poured the negligible amount of magic power within him into his eyes. A wave of excruciating pain overwhelmed the swordsman's consciousness, and warm blood gushed from the corners of his eyes like two lines of scarlet tears.

Ouch. Damn it, I'll never do that again.

Amidst the excruciating pain, the world became clearer than ever before.

The scorched earth of the inferno, a hundred meters away, was clearly visible to Logan.

Logan saw Mirad struggling amidst the lava, flames, dragon claws, and breath, and Orpheus panting like a pale ghost in the sky.

And then there are the tiny, moon-white scales on the dragon's body, hidden beneath the raging torrent of magical power.

found it.

A splitting headache.

The world before my eyes is being swallowed by blood.

My brain feels like it's about to explode. Holy crap, am I going to go blind because of this?

The wind is blowing from the southeast. The bullet's velocity will undoubtedly be reduced to a low point after traveling several hundred meters. The unavoidable bullet drop must also be taken into account.

My face feels hot. My eyes are bulging... Can this thing be saved if it explodes?
Copper bullets cannot withstand the intense heat of the field. But that's alright. Mirad once said that even if the vessel is destroyed, the magic within it will not disappear.

Logan raised his gun.

The trembling hands finally calmed down at that moment.

Pull the trigger.

There was no roar, nor did the gun barrels howl.

There was only a soft sound.

The whites of his eyes turned a deep crimson from the sudden surge of blood, and his hands, gripping the gun, were cracked open with countless deep wounds that reached the bone due to the backlash of magic.

Then, the stranger collapsed to the ground.

……

It's not fast.

Although the user who fired it had anticipated the changes in trajectory and various factors, it still took it several seconds to cover a journey of several hundred meters.

The moment it invaded the domain, its physical form was melted into molten copper by the intense heat of the scorching inferno. But its true core, the demon-slaying incantation constructed from divine magic, broke free from the shackles of matter and transformed into a pure, unstoppable flash of light.

A divine flash swept across the chasm where lava was gushing forth, across the rocks summoned by the hero, and across the flowing skin of the dragon.

Then, right in the center, the moonlight shone through.

Milad and Orpheus seized the opportunity.

The holy sword severed his neck, and the demonic cone pierced his heart.

Then, the noise subsided into silence.

(End of this chapter)