Frilian at Elden Ring

Frillie, wielding the Greatsword of the Skull, leaped into the air. What was thought to be an execution attack turned into another deflection, the terrifying force of which nearly caused Markit to drop his sword.

Crack! It was actually the Fran team member's flaming greatsword that unleashed the finishing blow.

Not finished yet.

The silver-haired girl stepped forward and added another stab to the wound, then a Farron member deflected the cursed sword's counterattack, and the former attacked once more... The two Lords of Cinder moved in unison, echoing each other, like a dance, drawing blood amidst the flashing blades.

Only when they both understand the Farron Immortals' fighting style can they form a beautiful combo attack and completely suppress the target.

"Oops, I was careless."

Markit cursed inwardly for his haste and the resulting vulnerability. In the blink of an eye, he was covered in wounds. Perhaps the time to settle the score had come, which was why his opponent was so fierce.

At this moment, the main force of the royal army's rear ranks, braving the firepower of the allied forces, is still advancing and will soon reinforce the front line.

Once they have fully established themselves, they can also severely damage our forces. Frilian will need to use large-scale magic to suppress them; the storm-like onslaught is merely a prelude.

The Lightning of Annihilation spell swept across the battlefield.

From that moment on, every move she made, every release of magic, was accompanied by crimson lightning that swept back and forth. Even if Malkitt dodged it, a bolt of lightning would still strike the golden army, causing chaos and defeat.

She perfectly embodied the massive destructive power of a magician.

Why wasn't it like this before? A chill ran down his spine as the question arose, because there was only one reason left: Frillie was recovering rapidly.

As a mage, this person has excellent basic skills. He can refine magic power while fighting and heal himself. Thanks to the protection of his teammates, he can continue to recover as long as he does not suffer new injuries, and even become stronger as he fights.

It was a misjudgment.

Markitt had previously thought he could defeat Soul King by using his team advantage, but he was sorely mistaken.

Unfortunately, soldiers from the royal city are dying one after another, and my own trinity's system is in disarray. The loss is real, and there's no chance for reincarnation. Isn't that too cruel?

For a moment, he was at a loss, unsure whether to retreat or continue.

Hesitation leads to defeat.

Suddenly, Frilian produced an ominous prison device. The moment it appeared, Malkitt's alarm bells went off. Sure enough, the heavy pressure locked his body firmly. In his current state, exhausted from the previous exertion, Malkitt was completely unable to struggle and finally revealed a weakness.

"No!"

The target wasn't herself; instead, the silver-haired girl unleashed the Radiant Sword Array, striking each of the elite troops and causing them to lose their balance.

The long-planned demigod-level magic easily broke through the defense.

Then the Farron Undead Legion, the Knights of Caria, and the Dragon Eaters launched a fierce attack on them, who had lost the protection of the demigods. Their swords pierced vital organs such as the heart, head, and throat, and some of them died instantly.

The soul of the dead was again affected by the ominous horn, which caused Malkit's pupils to tremble and his body to become even weaker.

"Patch, you've really sold me a despicable tool, but that's war."

"Winning hearts and minds is the best strategy, and your will has already wavered."

At the last moment of the prison seal effect, Frilian switched back to dual staves, including a new spell that she had naturally learned after watching the Full Moon Queen's demonstration.

A torrent of souls.

And comet Yazler—

The surging azure torrent struck Markit's body squarely, sending him flying hundreds of meters before crashing into the royal army.

116

Chapter 116 Flower Field Magic.

Both armies saw the ominous demon's iconic form fly out.

Two azure torrents ripped through the sky, their parallel lines outlining a landscape painting, vying with the golden tree for supremacy. Even as their magic dissipated, they still instilled a sense of unease.

Who's winning?

Demigods don't have it easy to determine a winner, but there's no doubt that Malkitt is in a worse situation. It was the new Fragment King, Frilian, who broke through the encirclement and gained an absolute advantage in two consecutive battles.

He immediately stood up from the smoke and dust and shouted, "Quickly, provide support!"

It was too late; they could only watch helplessly as their elite squad, without their own cover, suffered a crushing defeat and showed signs of weakness.

The demigod mage at the very center provides magical cover, and an overwhelming horde of ancient, deadly spirits engulfs the enemy, creating an excellent opportunity.

Immediately following, the flaming greatsword of the Farron Undead Legion, the Dragon Prayer of the Dragon Eaters, and the magic sword of the Knights of Caria struck down these enemies, even elites like the Tree Guardians, Night Riders, Ancient Dragon Knights, and Rhodel Knights were doomed.

In an instant, the land collapsed.

After all, they endured the full force of two Cinderella champions in a short period of time, so their defeat was not unjust.

The only consolation for Malkitt was that at least they hadn't died beside her; their souls had peacefully journeyed to the Golden Tree.

While Frilian and her group were pursuing the elite squad, the battlefield suddenly changed:

The royal army's rear ranks gradually caught up, clashing head-on with the allied forces who were gaining momentum. The battle escalated to a new level, eventually spreading from the ground to the sky.

The dragons spewed flames to meet the gargoyles, while storm eagles provided support and harassed them from the sidelines. The two sides unleashed magical gusts that tore apart their banners.

boom!

People were falling from time to time, and most who fell into the battlefield under such circumstances would not survive. Because the fighting on the ground was even more intense, the most elite troops of Stoneville City and the royal army were locked in a fierce battle, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

"For His Majesty, for Ninmgoff."

“You bunch of trash from some remote place, I’ll kill you all, you traitors.”

"The Golden Dynasty will last forever!"

The shouts of battle echoed throughout the world, causing the lake to boil. Even a small section of the nearby Jieyuan Church collapsed, a building that once symbolized reconciliation now witnessing the resurgence of conflict.

The old tortoise lying inside sighed deeply about its many misfortunes, then closed its eyes and went into hibernation; it was simply unbearable to watch.

Only bloodshed can end this turmoil. Now, with both sides blinded by rage, it's hard for them to hold back; they're practically heading towards mutual destruction.

For the Royal City Army, having already paid such a high price, are they really going to stop halfway? At the very least, they should teach these rebels a lesson, otherwise Rodel's Homeland will surely be engulfed in war once again.

For the Southern Army, they would have to face Rodel sooner or later. Wasn't it exciting to be compared with the world's strongest army now? They felt the runes flowing into their bodies.

Fight to the end.

Markitt still ordered his men to remain calm and not rush too far forward.

Despite his calm exterior, he was actually suppressing his grief, because he was about to lose several top warriors—

click!

Frilian pulled the Greatsword from the chest of a tree guardian, who then transformed into a rune. She flicked away a smear of blood, gave a signal to those around her, and immediately a great horn sounded:

Troops were redeployed to various departments.

The well-trained Southern Army swiftly withdrew from the Golden Army's ranks. In an instant, the thunder of hooves shook the earth, and plumes of dust gathered and coalesced into formation. Under Edgar's leadership, they organized themselves in an orderly manner.

As for the Lienian nobles, they also obeyed the order and withdrew.

After this battle, they were completely convinced of the legendary Soul King's power.

She possesses the wisdom to mobilize the entire south, the strategic academy to plan, and the courage to engage in a series of battles against demigods... She is undoubtedly a reliable monarch, and we will all stand together from now on. Besides, we have no way out after making an enemy of the Blessed King.

Both armies steadied themselves, warhorses neighed, their hooves scraping the ground, poised for a second charge.

Fight again?

To be honest, both sides have reached their limits, especially Markitt, while Frilian, as the head coach, is not in good form.

Each of their respective heroes and powerful warriors returned to their posts. The elite troops on the royal city side returned to their ranks, while on the allied side, Mugram, Samir the Ancient Hero, Black Knife Assassin, and others successfully rejoined their ranks.

The two groups were eyeing each other warily.

After a moment, the silver-haired girl spoke first: "You're very unwilling? You're not planning to give up yet?"

"Of course, you have killed many of our comrades and weakened the power of the royal city. We should not let you continue to grow stronger, otherwise we will have to fight another battle to defend it."

"I've heard that the royal city still has a large military force, such as the divine-level power of the dragon-armored tree guards. For you, defending the city walls would be more advantageous, wouldn't it?"

Markitt shook his head and sighed, "That was too cruel. The two sieges of Rodel were torturous for both the attacking and defending sides. War trampled on all the achievements of civilization, leaving only barbarism. I don't want to see the most prosperous land of the Golden Dynasty go mad."

"It's good that you're not just unwilling to back down because you can't swallow your pride."

"What do you mean?"

“If you have any sense left, Markitt, listen to me, take your men home, or I will release them.”

Frilian removed the headdress from her ponytail—a vibrant Ionian flower? Although everyone recognized it, no one would believe that someone wore it on their head all day.

Are you out of your mind? Is this the real deal? What normal person would use an Ionian flower as decoration?

The next moment, the scarlet petals slowly bloomed, and the thousands of soldiers present felt a chill run down their spines, as if they had been plunged into an ice cave. It was terrifying; it was a living, genuine flower, and it could bloom at any moment.

The simple demonstration illustrates two things:

Firstly, Frilian usually uses magic to maintain the Ionian Flower, and if her condition deteriorates and she loses control, it will be all over.

Second, she can freely control the evolution of the flowers, indicating that she has extremely high attainments in the Crimson Corruption Magic.

In short, the threat of releasing the Ionian Flower is not just empty talk. At the very least, it can be thrown into the enemy's ranks like the Sun Gun just now, and the Rodel army's offensive force, which they have finally managed to assemble, will be completely wiped out.

How to do?

The silver-haired girl didn't urge her any further, but openly controlled the flower to gradually open its petals. A crimson, corrupting power slowly drifted out, and all was silent at that moment.

No, are you serious? Do you mean to release him now?

"Don't worry, I've studied the reversal and control of Crimson Corruption, and I can ensure it won't spread out of control."

The open declaration of victory did not diminish its deterrent effect in the slightest, because Frilian's subtext was that she had fewer concerns than Frilian imagined. The allied forces were also reassured; they were confident in their position and were prepared to go to war together, but the important thing was to drive out the enemy. They were willing to take a gamble today.

Malkitt looked troubled.

He had never faced such a difficult choice in his life, not even when he decided to stand up as the evil omen to protect the royal city.

Before Markitt even needed to struggle with her thoughts, people around her had already begun to persuade her:

"Fighting far from the capital is disadvantageous for us."

"No one knows whether the Soul King, who has subdued the Magic Academy, will mobilize more reinforcements. If we are surrounded, it will be troublesome."

"I bet she won't unleash the Crimson Corruption, but the operation has already failed."

In fact, the Ionian Flower that Frilian used was not the only large-scale destructive magic. Its main advantage was the reputation of Crimson Corruption, which was very intimidating and always reminded people of the tragic end of Galid.

How to choose?