Frilian at Elden Ring

However, Edgar shook his head: "I can't just throw my life away, especially since His Majesty gave me instructions before I set off."

"It's important to preserve our strength. If necessary, we should retreat, even if it means leaving the pressure on Lienia, leaving her alone."

The officers exchanged glances. It was indeed Frillian's style. Only someone with her big heart and fearless attitude would give such instructions to the commander, and only a rigid and meticulous guy would carry them out.

The army that the South had worked so hard to build should not be completely lost.

Their quality is not at the level of the old Gryk soldiers, but rather they have been healed by the soul and blessed with a little runic grace, possessing elite potential.

The current main force of Stoneville City is the absolute backbone of the future. They should serve as junior officers and, when necessary, take on key battlefields. This mission has the goal of training troops, and we should not put the cart before the horse.

"And the fiercest battle is about to begin, which is also our last chance to evacuate."

"why?"

Edgar looked around and said quietly, "It's been a while since I've seen the Farron Undead Legion. What are they up to?"

Before he finished speaking, the ground shook violently, and half of the tents collapsed.

The group hurriedly went out and found that it was Markit himself who had led the expedition, along with the most elite of the Tree Guardians, Ancient Dragon Knights, and Rodel Knights, forming a small squad to prepare for the enemy.

All the Fran warriors fell, except for one who stood firm. He continuously absorbed blood and coalesced into an even stronger being, standing tall and imposing, exuding an aura of overwhelming power and oppressive force.

A genuine demigod-level powerhouse.

The captain, wielding a sword in both hands, single-handedly held off the powerful army before him, his body riddled with arrows and broken spears.

If it weren't for his immortality, he would have collapsed long ago.

They lacked offensive prowess but excelled at prolonged combat, which allowed them to hold off the Ominous Demon Squad.

"Give up, you've reached your limit."

Markit coldly advised, "Either step back and get out of our way, or we'll seal you away. It'll only take a little effort; you can't handle our combined offensive."

"..."

The captain responded with a burst of sword light and raging flames, striking a solemn salute to show his determination.

"What a pity, Frilian was lucky to have your help, but unfortunately you will soon disappear."

The next moment, the Rhodes Knights stepped forward, their large shields blocking the slashing swords. Even as the first rank was thrown off balance, the rear ranks held their comrades firmly, advancing like a wall.

The highly mobile and heavily armored tree guards on both sides kept harassing the captain, and the sharp golden halberds pierced several holes in his body in the blink of an eye.

However, he was faster and dodged most of the attacks.

However, it was clear to everyone that Markitt was in command, constantly tightening the encirclement, clearly intending to completely annihilate the target, and had even mobilized most of the elite troops on the battlefield.

Unable to rescue.

The remaining forces of the Royal City army were enough to suppress the army of Stoneville.

Therefore, the Farron Immortals' initial plan was to cover the rear.

"Abandon this defensive line, coordinate with air support, and march toward the middle section of the Lienia Avenue."

In the end, Edgar made a decisive decision, watching helplessly as the enemy overwhelmed the captain and he disappeared without a trace.

Crack!

The roar that echoed was none other than the ancient dragon knights brewing their killing intent. Their ancient dragon prayers were extremely threatening, targeting specific, difficult-to-overcome targets.

At the same time, Malkit also made her move, her twisted cursed sword deflecting the captain's greatsword defense with a clang, creating a fleeting opening.

"—Keep him under control completely."

The well-coordinated elite squad immediately stepped forward, their shields knocking down their captain. Before his back could even hit the ground, golden halberds slammed into his limbs, and at that moment, the ancient dragon, having fully charged its power like lightning, exploded in the sky with a burst of red thunder before crashing down.

The sky and earth shone brightly, the clouds parted in the clear sky, and this bolt of lightning, full of murderous intent, took a detour.

where is it?

Everyone looked up abruptly, only to see a Death Ritual Bird blocking their way. "You think you can take me?"

No, it was a silver-haired figure that leaped up from its back and grasped the lightning, the lightning projecting a majestic aura that was breathtaking.

By neutralizing the Lightning of Annihilation and simultaneously transforming the Ancient Dragon's Lightning Strike into a lightning spear, this is Frillie's solution.

The next moment, she hurled a devastating blow at the center of the royal army's formation.

Break it for me!

Responding to Frilian's resolve, the lightning gun struck the army formation, creating a mushroom cloud that sent hundreds flying. The shockwave spread, causing chaos and dust to rise, making it difficult to even see the exact number of casualties.

This powerful blow slowed the momentum of the royal army, who quickly retreated to their defensive positions and deployed their dragon-shooting crossbows.

The ritual bird quickly carried its owner to a landing.

At this moment, the silver-haired girl stood right in front of Malkitt, her threat obvious.

He gave a signal, and the surrounding ancient dragon knights, tree guards, and others had no choice but to release their target. Even though the opponent hadn't cast a spell yet, who knew if they might suddenly attack? Maintaining a suppressive stance would leave them wide open and expose a weakness.

"This time we'll be fighting side by side again."

Before he finished speaking, the captain, who had just been lying on the ground, spontaneously split into a dozen or so Fran team members to protect his comrades on both sides, and they also formed a battle formation.

Rather than launching a fierce attack with their combined demigod power, it would be better to choose the safer option of covering for each other, because those familiar with Frilian know that she is not as aggressive as she appears, and has already exhausted herself in one round.

But there is no doubt that the scene of breaking the lightning in mid-air and then counterattacking shocked everyone, and the royal army was also unsure of the situation.

"hold fast!"

Edgar's shouts were accompanied by the deafening roars of the Southern Army.

Finally, we don't have to feel stifled anymore. At least we won't let the evil spirits and demons easily invade our territory and wreak havoc. Now, our strongest magical turrets are already aimed at the invincible enemy.

Even the Rodel Knights, known for their formations, quickly dispersed under this oppressive aura.

Everyone could see the undried bloodstains, unhealed scars, and tattered armor on Frilian's body, but she still maintained the highest level of decorum, after all, she was probably the strongest normal mage in the border region, having just finished a peak battle.

Many royal soldiers were seeing the legendary Soul King for the first time. The Naya people were not ugly; on the contrary, they possessed both charm and heroism.

She must be a veteran of countless battles.

At this moment, the battlefield has returned to a standoff.

Markitt scoffed, "I guess you rushed here after defeating the Full Moon Queen, didn't you?"

"That's right, hopefully you can hold on a little longer than her."

"How arrogant! How much fighting strength do you have left? Besides, are you abandoning the magic academy? Aren't you afraid of being attacked from both sides?"

This questioning was intended to deflate the Southern Army's arrogance, but to everyone's surprise, Frillie remained confident... Something's not right. What exactly happened at the magic academy in such a short time?

hum!

Suddenly, a pale blue light burst forth from a corner of the army formation: Magnificent, Kalia!

It carved out a path straight to the front of the confrontation, and even though its form was obscured by the smoke and dust, its astonishing momentum could still be felt.

In a moment of desperation, Malkitt hastily swung her golden light rain sword to block, but Frilian's radiant sword array was faster, striking down each attack with precision. In magical combat, she was superior, leaving no opportunity to injure her advancing teammates.

A squad of Kalia knights fought their way through the enemy lines! How is this possible? So many of these elite troops, which had fallen with the royal family, are still alive!

Mugram, who was leading the group, was a well-known figure. Now, he dismounted and stood beside the silver-haired girl, ready to fight alongside a number of knights.

Are the rumors true? They've joined forces?

Their genuine armor and insignia are unmistakable, but what's even more striking is the standard combination of a staff and a sword.

If the Magic Academy and Stoneville City were to unite, it would undoubtedly be bad news.

rumble!

Another legion arrived amidst the rumbling of the earth, raising clouds of dust, and merged directly into the southern army's side, its banners bearing the insignia of the Carian royal family.

Since Lani had already decided to place her bet, she decided to bring along the nobles who were eagerly awaiting revitalization, thus creating this reinforcement force. The noble power, representing the cream of the crop in the Lake Lienia region, was united, and their morale was high.

At this critical juncture, if not now, when will we have the chance to assert our presence and demonstrate our loyalty? In the eyes of the nobles, Frilian is an ally, and besides, the ominous sign should be driven out of Lake District.

The sword is on the verge of breaking out.

The successive arrival of the Kalia Knights and the Lienian noble soldiers directly represented the local support for the Stoneville City army. It was a coalition from the south to the south-central region, and apart from Galid, it practically encompassed all the fighting forces in the area, standing entirely on the opposite side of the Golden Dynasty.

At this moment, banners fluttered, war drums thundered, and warhorses reared up and neighed, their blood boiling with fervor.

The wyverns and storm hawks from Nymgford arrived together, along with even the Radiant Stone Dragons, thus completing the assembly.

“Now you should go home, Markitt. ​​Don’t keep your men waiting too long.”

Frillian raised her staff. "There's no room for you to interfere here."

"You're amazing."

"I just received some trust and support."

It was precisely what Markit lacked that made all the difference. He had no doubt that the Golden Army could still crush the enemy, but without the support of Kalia and the nobles, the entire Lake District had almost declared rebellion.

Are they going to get bogged down in fighting against the endless stream of rebels in the Lienia region?

The above inferences are based on the most ideal scenario; in reality, no one would willingly embark on an expedition to such a distant place under the guidance of an ominous sign.

In a defensive battle, you must protect your homeland; if your soul is absorbed, so be it.

The offensive war seems endless, and since you initiated it yourself, is it worth continuing to fight so desperately? If this continues, conspiracy theories will emerge that "evil spirits are instigating everyone to start a war to absorb souls."

Marquette believed that Frilian would not do such a thing, but the nobles under her command would certainly be happy to fabricate rumors.

The reason why children born under ominous signs are considered unlucky is that these signs affect the soul of the deceased, interfering with the karmic tree system. Once they die, they are truly dead, which is simply unacceptable.

Do you want to withdraw?

To be honest, he admires those who dare to challenge him, so he cherishes them even more.

"...But if I leave like this, wouldn't it mean the end of the Golden Dynasty's ambiguous relationship with the South? That would be a complete split. The dynasty should not fall into division in my hands, and I will never allow it."

"You are very strong. Soul King is a worthy enemy, so today may be the only day to kill you."

Markitt's cursed sword unleashed a torrent of magical power, and darkness seemed to devour the light around her, single-handedly silencing the allied forces' arrogant shouts.

The demigod was enraged.

"This is a good opportunity for you, and for me too."

Frilian immediately adopted the dual-staff setup, while the Farron Undead Legion tightened their lines to protect her blind spots more closely. On the outer perimeter were the Kalia Knights led by Mugram, the newly arrived Dragon Eater squad, and others. Despite it being their first time fighting together, their formation was solid and unshakable.

This is a contest between two top-tier demigods, and a coordinated battle with their respective teams. It's not just a contest of strength, but also a battle of different backgrounds.