Frilian at Elden Ring

No one would choose a lose-lose situation. Even if they knew it was just a bluff, they wouldn't risk their lives. Besides, being intimidated by the crimson corruption is a good way out. I've given you a way out, are you going to take it or not?

She further unleashed her magic, and crimson ribbon-like energy spread towards the royal army, drifting in the wind.

There's no need for unnecessary threats; facts speak louder than words. The magical control demonstrated here means we can easily hand it over to the royal army. Perhaps the claim of being able to control the spread isn't just boasting; there is indeed intelligence on that...

But no one dared to gamble, because the power of the Sun Gun had not yet dissipated, demonstrating the caster's strength and terrifying the entire army.

The allied forces, on the other hand, remained calm and composed.

The people of Stoneville know their leader's personality very well. He is absolutely uncompromising when it comes to magic. If he dares to use a dangerous technique, he must have made contingency plans beforehand. Even if he does use it, there will be no problem.

As for the Lienian nobles, although they were worried, they remained calm after seeing their teammates' composed performance.

"My patience is limited."

With a flick of her finger, the Ionian Flower, which was just the size of a headdress, was blown into the air and quickly expanded, ready to bloom.

The magic, rife with pollution, is undeniable; once unleashed, the consequences are unpredictable.

"It seems you're determined to get rid of us."

Markitt took a deep breath: "You've made it big, Frilian. The next time we meet will be in the royal city."

After saying that, he turned and strode away, leaving behind an increasingly lonely figure.

Even if you are in better shape and have stronger military power, the opponent's fighting spirit is equally strong, and the losses would be too great, not to mention the deterrent effect of the crimson corruption... It's always like this, even if you have the advantage, you can't save the situation.

Again.

Ultimately, they failed to eliminate the great enemy of the Golden Dynasty, and watched helplessly as the enemy grew beyond control. Rather than regretting it, they should have retreated to the royal city of Rodel to make defensive preparations and protect their homeland.

After the battle, Malkit confirmed that no one who did not revere the Golden Tree could be allowed to become king.

His departure meant that the Royal Army had to accept the current outcome of the battle.

A direct confrontation won't work; we need to take the first step.

The mighty golden army turned around on the spot, while a portion of it slowly retreated to the rear, fearing that the enemy might change their minds.

Compared to their grand arrival, they appeared much more exhausted, the atmosphere heavy, and their steps sluggish. A loss would be considered a defeat, forcing them to retreat to the elevator and return to the capital to prepare for the inevitable Siege of Rodel.

That hellish war has to be fought again? Just thinking about it is terrifying and makes me feel completely deflated.

"we won!"

The cheers came from the allied forces, and many people even embraced each other with tears of joy, having finally escaped with their lives. After all, they still wanted to witness His Majesty's arrival on the throne of Elden.

Few in Nymgford experienced the most brutal part of the War of Destruction, so they maintained a lot of positive feelings about it, their morale was high, and they were more eager than anyone else for another battle that would decide the fate of the world.

During the Storm King era, he was confined to a corner of the country, and later, during the Shattered Wars, he was nothing more than a minor pawn on the fringes, with little experience.

Today, the new Fragment King has led them to participate in the top stage.

If we follow the right people, we will conquer the royal city.

Amidst the watchful eyes of the crowd, Frilian put away the Ionian Flower and placed it back on her head, then raised her staff high and proclaimed:

"The Battle of the Church was our victory; it was our united efforts that protected the South."

"Praise be to Your Majesty!"

The cheers were even louder, the weapons clashed with a crisp sound, and the war drums thundered. These songs of victory echoed across the lake, creating ripples in the water.

Exhausted, the elite southern troops simply sat down, panting heavily. Some of the Dragon Eaters experienced accelerated dragonification, but as everyone knew, His Majesty had a way to suppress it. Choosing this path was the right decision; he had personally participated in the demigod battlefield.

Their Stoneville City army survived the calamity and absorbed a lot of runes and equipment from the Golden Army. As expected of Rodel, they are truly wealthy. This time, they will definitely be able to advance one level.

Kalia's side was relieved and rested, and many people they hadn't seen for years were only now beginning to greet each other.

"I never expected to see the heroic figures of the magic knights."

"How can the Southern Army be without Lienia?"

"Since Princess Lani and Her Majesty Frilian have both made their decision, let's go to the royal city."

Everyone serving the Carian royal family surely hopes their lord will seize Rodel, thus becoming a new Golden Noble and receiving blessings—a win-win situation. Forget about the Golden Dynasty; Carian has its own proud heritage, and the two should be integrated.

orthodox?

Nothing could be more authentic than this; it's practically a replica of how Radagan and Renara met back then. And this battle happens to take place near the Church of the Bond, so it feels strangely full of historical significance.

"Your Majesty, we have successfully completed our mission and saved the army."

Edgar wiped the sweat from his brow, still shaken.

"Everyone is fine."

At this moment, Frilian was using her staff as a crutch to stand up. Her exhaustion was something that potions couldn't make up for, after all, she had been fighting two demigods in a battle of attrition.

The stargazer's account data has long since reached its limit.

She had to draw upon a portion of her own power to hold on, and to compensate for the differences in magical rules, she had to expend even more energy, which only increased the pressure. Now that she had stopped drawing upon her own power, she was even more exhausted, but the result was the most important thing.

Looking around at the black-knife assassins, Samir the Ancient Hero and the newly formed Farron Undead Legion were all present, which was quite fortunate in such an extremely high-intensity conflict.

"What are your plans for the future? Lord Mugram, would you be willing to join us?"

"Thank you for your invitation. I've already joined, you could say. But I'll be stationed at the magic academy most of the time. Don't worry, if you need to go to other battlefields, feel free to use the Knights of Kalia. We're always ready."

"It's okay, I respect your choice and won't force you."

Frillie nodded.

He then introduced himself to the Lienian nobles, who immediately performed the rites of audience.

These people made no secret of their eagerness to advance, and the two sides quickly reached an agreement, since they shared a common interest in the royal city of Rodel.

"We hereby swear our loyalty to Her Majesty Frilian."

The Lienian nobles knelt on one knee amidst the burning ruins of the battlefield, solemnly pledging their allegiance to the renowned new king of the fragments.

Bringing victory is the best audience ceremony.

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Chapter 117 Teacher Turtle.

Having already mastered the process, Frilian accepted the allegiance of the Lienian nobles on the spot.

Although the ceremony was simple and basically just a formality, it was the thought that counted. Everyone encountered the Soul Queen during the most difficult test and gave her their approval, because only she could lead the way to the throne.

You are the only one for me.

Clearly, these nobles had made up their minds. Even though many of them were introduced by Lani, they actually preferred Stoneville City because the Kalia royal family currently lacked the ability to enforce its will.

They had long been looking for a king to support them.

However, they were concerned about the attitude of their former employer, Kalia. Now they could kill two birds with one stone, since they had become allies and thus became related.

Therefore, the choice of King Stoneville was made seamlessly, with the magic academy being a side effect, since the entire region was nominally under Freyland's control anyway.

Even the most devout Mugram would not object to this.

Those whose royal status has faded naturally possess charisma, making their choice of her a matter of course. The Kalia royal family, on the other hand, is now filled with extraordinary individuals who require the king's selection to enforce the law; their dependence on her is understandable, and the unease among these nobles is understandable.

Whatever.

The Carian royal family has been dormant for too many years, so it's normal for the Lienian nobles to integrate into the other side.

While Frilian was busy accepting pledges of allegiance, Commander Edgar was cleaning up the battlefield, where countless suits of armor and weapons were on display, many of them having been upgraded...

"Truly worthy of being called a royal city."

No wonder they always have the upper hand in head-on confrontations; the difference in basic soldier quality alone is enormous, not to mention the gap in weaponry.

Some of the lost hero weapons are even more powerful and should be collected and used to equip stronger units later. Edgar already has suitable candidates; for example, the Dragon Eater has performed quite well.

On the other side, the Farron Immortals stood like statues, resting and keeping watch, their bodies made of iron and their willpower unwavering.

A rare moment of relaxation appeared on the battlefield.

After giving some basic instructions, Edgar announced that they should rest on the spot. He was too tired to return to Stoneville or take over the magic academy, so he decided to conserve his energy first.

After a while.

After finally finishing the process of receiving the nobles, Frilian put away her staff and yawned.

"Finally done, they were so long-winded..."

"Congratulations. This basically declares the Lienia region under your control. No monarch has unified these two regions during the Fragment Wars."

Melina offered her blessings.

"It went relatively smoothly. Could it be that the Moon Princess has a lot of influence?"

"It's your influence that matters. In reality, the Kalia royal family is not what it used to be. The nobles may support you, but they may not send troops as they would with you."

To be honest, the candidates for King of Elden from the Kalia lineage are a disappointment. So much was planned, but both brothers, Raccard and Rataen, ran into trouble. They lost all their chips and suffered huge losses, leaving many investors with psychological trauma.

It's a bit ominous, so they'll be cautious and conservative about releasing another champion from the Kalia lineage.

The world is impermanent.

Now, Frilian is the best candidate.

They are neither the Kalia lineage, whose fate is locked up and who have suffered a series of misfortunes, nor are they powerful and in good spirits. They will not let go of any nobles who have the ambition to support them, let alone the Lienia, which has a deep tradition in this regard.

They seemed to act too quickly and appear to lack consideration, but in reality, they had been planning for years and were just waiting for a suitable candidate, especially since she had an ace up her sleeve.

Melina asked, "Shouldn't the nobles have asked you to treat their zombified relatives and friends by now?"

"Yes, they want experimental, cutting-edge magic."

"You should have them help you explore some smaller mazes, so you can make fewer trips."

"Treasure chests are more fun when you open them yourself."

Knowing that Frilian's personality meant she would inevitably run around collecting things, even being the king was just a side job; her main profession was being an adventurer.

Melina was happy for the Faded Ones, as they had taken a big step closer to an audience with the Elden Ring and, strategically speaking, had finally eliminated the threat of the Blessed King's army being stationed there.

"Speaking of which, after witnessing the full moon queen's magic at its peak in the illusion space, do you still believe that her secret techniques can be detected and restored? There might be side effects on the caster."

"No, truly qualified magic doesn't have that many problems."

The silver-haired girl pondered for a moment, "However, the academy has many intriguing secrets, it always feels shrouded in mystery, and I don't know what exactly happened in the past..."