Frilian at Elden Ring

All disputes over legitimacy are meaningless in the face of Geoffrey. As the founder of the Golden Dynasty, he only needs to stand there to win the hearts of the people, and the enemy's morale will likely collapse.

At that point, the only way to prove legitimacy will be to defeat the first king.

That's impossible.

With this layer of insurance in place, the atmosphere at the scene improved somewhat. Montgomery, watching the officers' discussion, fell into deep thought: Gofule will definitely return, and there should be a timeline. Most likely, it will be when the quasi-king, the faded one, appears and meets the minimum standard for an audience with the Dharma Ring.

In other words, it's time to set off when Frilian clearly possesses two Greater Runes.

He wasn't quite sure about this guess, taking it as just a father-son intuition.

However, as is well known, the Great Rune of the Full Moon Queen was not taken away, so the missing one needs to be replaced by another monarch.

……

A Blood Dynasty.

Having received messages from a group of informants, Munger shook his head listlessly.

"This is boring. I thought it would be a fight to the death, or at least my old-fashioned brother would wipe out the Southern Army. This is really tedious."

Although he didn't forget to criticize his elder brother, he was actually indignant. How could the King of Blessings have encountered so many unexpected situations on his long-awaited expedition? From the perspective of the royal city, it was all outside the plan.

Ningmgefu Army is more resilient than expected.

The magic academy was even more servile than expected, surrendering to the intruders in no time.

Even the Full Moon Queen, who was hailed as a demigod-level mage, was defeated so quickly, without even inflicting a fatal wound on Frilian. Meanwhile, the royal army suffered repeated defeats and received frequent reports of victory – it was utterly humiliating.

Never underestimate the consequences of this failed expedition; we surrendered the initiative and became the enemy's stepping stone.

It is conceivable that some forces that were originally wary of Rodel will become active.

For example, Munger.

He constantly thinks about using the power of the Blood Finger to spread faith and disrupt the world, killing as many people as possible, all in the finale of paving the way for his own domination.

"If that guy had been more decisive, he wouldn't be in this situation today. He should have just declared himself king and faced the challengers head-on. How interesting that would be, with people having to choose between a demi-human bastard and a son of ominous signs. I'd love to see how those high and mighty nobles would react."

No one dared to respond to Monger's words, letting him laugh wildly while holding up his scepter-like spear.

“If I’m not mistaken, the next major rune, Frilian, will probably choose the Galid region. It’s fine if she’s dead, but if Rataen loses, we’ll have to consider supporting the royal city. What do you think, Ampah?”

"That general won't lose easily, but just in case, we should prepare for a full-scale war with Soul King."

The old man nodded with apprehension.

He is an absolute powerhouse among the Blood Knights, with an outstanding record and unique insight. Given this judgment, he should still favor the new Fragment King.

The title of the strongest demigod has been passed down for a long time, but how can the borderlands remain undefeated? In terms of power, the rapidly growing Frilian is not far behind. The battle festival will reveal the answer, and the historic moment will arrive.

"Correct."

"If Rataen is defeated, it means she has the power to threaten the royal city and must be eliminated."

Monger's face showed deep apprehension, but he was not about to personally intervene. He had no choice but to stay here and help Monger create at most a weak demigod-level clone.

Moreover, Rodel wouldn't be in too much trouble if he were to fight a siege.

As a local, I know all too well how much power is hidden within; it's unfathomable. It's good to let the Southern Army wear us down first.

Ampah suggested, "My lord, we should now send more Blood Nobles to set up outposts in the border area in advance to support future military operations. For example, it would be best to select another portion of the Platinum Sons Legion or Blood Creatures."

"I'll leave everything to you. I still have to take care of Mikaela's affairs here."

After speaking, Monger's body sank into the bloodstains and disappeared. The huge main hall was now just a cocoon, with a thin, bony arm sticking out from the crack, which was quite eerie.

The old knight gazed at the place where the god slept, his eyes flickering, sensing that the other party was bewitching him in some way.

Is it an illusion?

"Never mind, I have something important to do."

He shook his head and turned to leave. With Monger's strength, he shouldn't be able to be ambushed, and besides, Michaela didn't have much fighting ability.

The underground Blood Dynasty began to stir, creating more blood monsters and a large number of Platinum Children under the power of the external deity Mother of Truth, their howls echoing through the underground starry sky.

Meanwhile, the luxurious mansions far away at the volcano were equally bustling.

A giant serpent and a pool of molten mud devoured each other in the lava. Sometimes, when they got tired of playing, they would devour the surrounding serpent monsters, all cheering with glee, creating a scene resembling hell.

Their powers resonated so well that they devoured each other, even aiding each other in digestion and fusion. Of course, their wills were also further distorted in this ongoing entanglement, leaving only a call of hatred:

"Kill the last Lord of Cinder, Frilian, to avenge my being hunted down and turned into firewood."

A roar erupted from Eldridge's muddy body, while Gwyndolin's body at the top lay listless.

Having been weakened in the last battle, and even his ability to assimilate the gods diminished, this son of Gwyn shows signs of struggling and must be suppressed.

"Destroy the golden tree full of lies, torment that ominous demon—"

Ever since his failed attack on Rodel and subsequent counterattack on the volcano, Rakad has never forgotten the humiliation. He feels he has failed Lani's plans and must make amends. Devouring the giant serpent is the key to his power.

Roar!

The two enormous creatures cheered.

Three people stood on the edge of the lava pool: Patch, Bernal, and Tanis. A Forge Knight stood at the entrance, like a statue.

The lady of the mansion spoke first: "The results of the Battle of the Church of Bonds have proven that Rodel is all bark and no bite. With the current reserve of forces in the volcano, at least at the demigod level, it already surpasses the royal city. Based on what you have seen, is it enough to start another siege?"

"Anyway, we can't let Markit get away with this. Let's send some insignificant cannon fodder to harass them."

Patch smiled slyly.

"Indeed, but we need to observe first before launching a full-scale attack."

Bernal warned, "The royal city's hidden strength is greater than it appears on the surface, and even I, Lacad and Eldridge may not be able to take it down."

"You two are being too cautious. Our objective is to cause destruction first."

“Ms. Tanis, just mobilize some grunts as Patch said. If you mobilize demigod-level power, it will put everyone on edge.”

"Is there any other way? In my opinion, Lakad needs some uplifting news to keep his sanity."

He was overjoyed to hear that Malkitt had failed twice.

He was so happy that he even spoke more normally, as if he had gained some will from the giant snake. However, overall he was already a fused monster, and his true nature was hard to say.

"Find allies?"

Bernal never expected that the newcomer Faded One from the Warriors' Hut had grown to this level, and he admired him even more, recognizing him as a potential king.

Therefore, his proposal to unite with the Southern Army would make up for the shortage of troops at the Volcano Official Residence, since they had barely eaten any food and it would be difficult to organize a large-scale offensive.

Patch sneered, "Didn't you hear how much of a grudge Eldridge has against Frilline?"

The two glared at each other, clearly annoyed.

Tanis made the final decision: "We're not considering an alliance for now, after all, we're still competitors. As for the harassment campaign against Rodel, don't worry, we have plenty of cannon fodder to spare, the Altan Plateau will be quite lively."

The three then discussed further plans and decided to investigate the true state of the capital city after the failed military campaign.

……

Round table hall.

Sir Hundred Wisdoms, seated at the head of the long table in the office, rarely looked up as he listened to the report from King Skeleton Knight Shane:

"The Battle of the Church of Bonds ended in a victory for Frilian. According to intelligence, the allied forces have now gone to the Magic Academy and taken full control. Those useless people joined without putting up any decent resistance, and the strongest fortress in the entire Lake District has fallen into her control."

"There are many traces of the demigod Lani's involvement in this incident, which means that a hidden being is about to become active, but it doesn't matter since she doesn't possess the Great Rune."

"In addition, the volcano sent a group of basilisks to harass the Yatan Plateau, killing dozens of guards. They were very arrogant."

"This should be one of the reasons why Markitt withdrew his troops."

"Further intelligence indicates that Bloodfinger is active and has secretly established a base..."

Xia En recounted in detail the various changes that had occurred in the world. In terms of intelligence capabilities, the Round Table Hall was top-notch, especially the team they were in charge of, which could gather information with ease.

Very lively.

The events that have just occurred should be collectively referred to as the Second Lienia War, which consists of several battles, from Frilian's surprise attack on the academy gates to the defeat of the royal army.

Without a doubt, after this battle, she has become a unique figure in the world, and her fame has soared.

The members of the Round Table Hall also found things to go more smoothly, since both regions welcomed the Faded Ones, not to mention that the Fragment King's character was impeccable, and rumors had it that he had already begun to perform soul healing on a large scale.

"To be honest, I didn't expect it to happen so quickly! What do you think, sir?"

"Shaen, the border area is vast enough, and it's even larger beyond the border. It's normal for powerful figures to be active after a few thousand years of inactivity."

That being said, the power that Frillie displayed truly shocked Sir Hundred Wisdom. Perhaps he could suppress her to some extent now if he used all his strength, but it was uncertain if she would be able to do so as she grew stronger.

He rose and went to the hall where he was to meet Two Fingers.

"Well done."

“Give that Malkitt a good beating; he beat me up before.”

"Let's drink until we drop tonight!"

As I passed through the central room, I heard several faded individuals celebrating with pride, so what's it to you?

Even though she is often absent, the Round Table Hall is always a legend of Frillian, and now her title as the first faded one is beyond doubt, and she is even one step away from having an audience with the Dharma Ring.

Sir Hundred Wisdoms arrived at Two Fingers' room, which was as dark as ever. The so-called messenger of the gods was dull and uninteresting. He still had to ask Granny Finger.

"Enya, what does He think about the fact that someone has teamed up with the two-finger hunter?"

"It's alright, each of the two fingers chose their own path. It was her two fingers who were chasing Lani, and the conflict arose from breaking the rules. As for Frilian, her actions have been within reasonable bounds so far, and Lord Twofinger of the Round Table Hall would absolutely welcome her."

"It seems you really don't keep in touch with each other, and you lost contact with your immediate supervisor even earlier."

"..."

Silence is the best answer. Indeed, the Two-Finger Force is not what it used to be in the continuously declining border region, and the military force it can mobilize is getting worse and worse.

"And how much do you know, Sir Hundred Wisdom?"

"You're a little better than a mere messenger of the gods, though."

After saying that, he turned and left. It was enough to confirm the attitude of the two fingers in the Round Table Hall. It seemed that this guy would not be an enemy of Frilian, so he had no reason to expose some facts in advance.

……

Magic Academy.