Frilian at Elden Ring

Therefore, Malkitt concluded that a great battle would be fought here, and even if the enemy could not be killed, he would be permanently weakened.

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Chapter 115 The Son of the Ominous's Prison.

We have no choice but to fight.

They couldn't let the Golden Army leave with the impression of going into battle in a huff and then leaving in a sorry state; otherwise, Malkit would bear a heavy responsibility.

This is secondary; it's merely a symbolic warning and punishment from the King of Blessing.

The key point is that their voluntary retreat would represent a complete loss of control over the land south of the elevator, with extremely serious political consequences. Despite the fierce fighting in the Broken War, they are actually all members of the Golden Clan and explicitly worship the goddess and the law.

But Frilian might not be so now.

An outsider, a faded figure, has no reverence for the Golden Tree. If he were to seize vast territories and unify them, it would be a serious problem, igniting an unquenchable flame of rebellion against the dynasty.

Therefore, Malkitt must unleash her full power as the Ominous Demon.

"...You're in a bad state right now. You're the one who should run away, you ambitious faded one."

"It seems you intend to confront them head-on here."

With a serious expression, Frilian layered her defenses on herself, including but not limited to a hodgepodge of resonant rage, vows of vengeance, and golden oaths, recognizing that she could not underestimate yet another formidable demigod foe.

In terms of overall strength, Ominous Demon is definitely in the top tier among demigods, and he has always given people the feeling that he is hiding something.

Wow!

The golden army dispersed into different small formations, raising their weapons. Spears stood like a forest, and bows and crossbows were aimed. Even after receiving orders from their commander to continue fighting, they remained high-spirited, unafraid of a bloody battle, and firmly believed that they could defeat the enemy.

The allied forces of Stoneville and Lienia were on high alert, their hearts pounding with anxiety.

This is bad; as expected, they couldn't scare away the golden army.

Once they break through the front ranks, they can easily penetrate the enemy formation; their trampling attacks alone are enough to cause heavy casualties.

The gap in overall troop quality between the two sides is too large, leaving only one possibility for bridging the gap:

The battlefield lethality of mages.

At this moment, the Faron Undead Legion and the Knights of Caria exchanged glances and nodded. They both understood that the key to breaking the deadlock lay in Frilian's magic. They had to protect their commander and the first artillery emplacement, who was about to face the enemy's strongest offensive. They were the ones on the front line.

Whoosh!

The first to attack were the bows and arrows, including siege crossbows, whose power was astonishing and had already covered the front-line squads.

The Knights of Kalia immediately released a barrier to defend, but at the same time, Malkit arrived with an elite squad, and the two leading tree guards swept across with golden halberds.

With a crisp bang, the Fran team member deflected it, the sharp edge grazing the top of Frillie's head.

"Pity."

Several more attacks were blocked, and the tree guards clicked their tongues in disapproval. The Soul King, currently gathering her power, couldn't be interrupted. Her small stature meant she was easily overwhelmed by the bodyguards and couldn't break through at all.

It is indeed unique in the border areas where the stronger the body, the larger it is.

In desperation, Malkitt took matters into his own hands, leaping into the air and sweeping away the Fran team members with his tail, before bringing down his golden hammer with a thunderous crash.

Suddenly, a staff blocked the magic; it was Mugram's Kalia Return.

Even a demigod would need several rounds to withstand the full force of such a master's attack, let alone the perfectly coordinated and deadly moves of the Cagliari knights, which forced him to retreat back into his own army formation.

"Protect His Majesty."

Along with the command, the Dragon Eaters also changed their tactics. The Dragon Prayer spewed flames, its target the Night Riders and the warhorses guarded by the Great Tree.

Even battle-hardened mounts become flustered when startled.

The Farron Immortals seized the opportunity, striking the horse's leg and then decapitating it with a burst of flame.

Your horse is gone.

The enemy's mobility has finally been eliminated, and they won't be able to easily switch places, because the compatibility between cavalry and mounts is not so easy to adjust, so the enemy can no longer easily rely on rapid movement to pull them away.

However, the next moment, Malkitt knocked down the player.

"Your experience is far from sufficient, and your coordination on short notice is too inexperienced."

Before he finished speaking, he plunged another cursed sword into the chest of a Fran team member.

They cannot die due to their undead traits, but recovery takes time. Now, the already strained Guardian formation has a flaw. At this moment, the Night Riders filed out, and the Ancient Dragon Knights unleashed lightning bolts, aiming directly at the silver-haired girl in the center.

Topps force field!

The mysterious ripples actually deflected the magic on their own—what kind of ability is this? Unheard of.

Then, Frilian's left hand clenched into a golden rainbow. Once the power was fully charged, everyone felt as if daylight had arrived, and the rising sun illuminated the battlefield.

A towering figure struck a javelin-throwing pose, and the enemy's legs went weak, rendering them unable to move.

Gwyn, the Lord of Cinder, used miracles to usher in the Age of Fire—

Sunlight gun.

The Farron Undead Legion, also Lords of Cinder, immediately recognized the power of the First Lord. In an instant, they locked eyes with Frilian and made a lifting motion. The silver-haired girl stepped on his palm and leaped with the help of the momentum. At that moment, the Sun Gun and the dawn on the horizon enveloped the golden army.

She suddenly unleashed a move that concentrated the maximum amount of magic power.

A burst of lightning, more dazzling than gold!

The sun-piercing lances instantly destroyed their targets with a spiderweb-like force, blasting hundreds and thousands of people away. The second wave of energy followed immediately, a dazzling light washing everything away. The earth tumbled, the clouds split, and the army caught in the middle collapsed like wheat being harvested, their fighting power gone.

That wasn't all. Wave after wave of the sun's power, converging and then bursting forth, overwhelmed the enemy, tossing thousands of people around repeatedly in that instant.

The golden army's formation completely collapsed from the front ranks to the center.

Click!

Markitt's cursed sword pierced through Frilian's parrying arm, its edge aimed directly at her face.

"Never mind me, move forward—"

As she was wounded, the Southern Army roared and charged forward, charging with all their might even against the strongest legion, trampling over the front-line soldiers most severely wounded by the Sun Gun, almost one-sidedly crushing them.

The rear reserve attempted to provide support, but how could a force of tens of thousands move so easily? The long-awaited Flying Dragons and Stormhawks harassed their march with long-range firepower.

The army surged forward like a tide, and now even a demigod was nothing more than a slightly larger rock in the torrent.

boom!

The Farron Undead repelled Malkitt, preventing him from gaining control over Frillie, who rolled away to dissipate the force and stand up again, while the Dragon Eater and the Knight of Caria firmly sealed the gap.

She immediately drank a bottle of elixir to heal her injuries and barely managed to stop the bleeding.

The effect is getting worse and worse. Even the best medicine needs enough magic to guide it. Even with the addition of magic potions, it can't suppress the body's fatigue.

Using the Sun Gun against the differences in magical rules was too exhausting, but fortunately, a single strike broke through the enemy lines, reversing the situation.

"Malkite, it's your turn to make a choice."

“Frilian, I’m sure you’re the biggest threat to the Golden Dynasty right now.”

The battlefield has now entered a close-quarters combat phase, with the Southern Army, which holds the advantage, reaping the benefits of the Royal Army's front ranks.

Even though they were stronger, they were either killed or seriously injured by the Sunlight Spear. Their armor could not withstand vital attacks, and one after another their souls returned to the Golden Tree.

The rear ranks were suppressed by long-range firepower and could not provide timely support.

"attack."

The order from Edger released the long-suppressed morale. At this moment, Nymgford and Lienia's most elite legions were united in their hatred of the enemy and charged into the enemy's central formation.

Here, crackling arcs of electricity filled the air, the smell of burning permeated the air, and a large area lay collapsed.

Many of them still possessed fighting ability; even while lying down, they forcibly reached out to grab their weapons and struggled to get up, demonstrating their formidable strength. Unfortunately, they were all defeated by the Southern Army's finishing blows, giving the Royal Army no chance to recover.

A super spell has broken the deadlock; we must seize the opportunity to expand our gains.

"His Majesty's magic is indeed extraordinary."

From this day forward, the borderlands will have another renowned magic: the Sunlight Gun. Its debut performance will be forever etched in history.

However, a competent commander would not act rashly. Upon arriving at the central army formation, Edgar ordered a defensive posture, with guerrilla warfare and ranged attacks to block the rear of the royal army, and to engage in prolonged skirmishes and maneuvering, as the outcome of the battle was still uncertain.

Boom!

On the other side of the battlefield, explosions and roars continued, the sound of steel clashing was like a sonata, and the many intertwined figures were more pleasing to the eye than a dance.

The two battle groups engaged in close-quarters, high-intensity combat, with their superior organization determining the outcome.

On one side of the allied forces, led by Frilian, along with the Farron Undead Legion, the Knights of Caria, and the Dragon Eaters, they formed a united front, providing mutual cover and adopting a defensive posture.

The attacking royal army was led by Markit, and supported by elite units from the Night Riders, Tree Guardians, Rhodel Knights, and Ancient Dragon Knights, including at least hero units, and they cooperated seamlessly.

“Faded One, you have no idea about the foundation of a dynasty.”

The enraged ominous demon moved faster and faster, trembling with rage, because the horn was absorbing souls, and some who had also fought for the Golden Tree had lost their chance to return to the tree.

"That's a shame."

As she gave a nonchalant reply, Frillie used her brass shield to deflect the cursed sword, creating sparks.

She has now opted for a more conservative fighting style.

On the one hand, magic power and status cannot withstand the squandering of two staves, and on the other hand, they also have to take care of protecting their teammates.

The elite troops of the royal city only need to focus on offense, while their own side, due to a weakness in core combat strength, must provide cover from time to time. However, they cannot easily eliminate weaker troops, because numbers are also very important now, otherwise they will not be able to defend all directions.

Fortunately, the presence of two Lords of Cinder made up for the gap; neither Frilian nor the Farron Undead Legion could seriously injure this ominous demigod.

"I'm curious about your ambitions. Is it to destroy the Golden Tree and reshape everything?"

Markitt's roar went unanswered, as he himself was still unclear about the specific steps, but it undoubtedly fueled his anger, making him feel that this war was fraught with obstacles and frustration.

clang!

Suddenly, Frilian offered her shield to block, and the rebound caused him to freeze in his tracks, forcing him to quickly defend himself.

Based on experience, this guy should switch weapons and stab him.

Unexpectedly, the one rushing towards him was a member of the Fran team. Although he was severely injured by the surrounding royal army in an instant, his undead nature still allowed him to complete his mission: his greatsword pierced the chest of the evil omen demon, splattering blood.

At the same time, the elite forces of the allied forces rushed forward and blocked the tree guards and others, creating a brief opening.

"It's time to get into our rhythm."