Frilian at Elden Ring

That being said, Sir Hundred Wisdoms didn't think Soul King would back down, after all, he and Lani had already plotted to kill Twofinger.

You can't be scared.

Ultimately, it doesn't affect him, and shifting the blame elsewhere isn't bad either. He felt that if Frilian continued to be so active, she would eventually encounter the terror of Estée, and at that time she would pay a heavy price, or fall into the hands of General Shattered Star even sooner.

"Once I'm done with things in Lienia, I'll go to Galid to make a breakthrough."

"Frilian, you seem to be planning to completely repair the border region. Don't you think that people struggling to survive like this is also a kind of historical evolution?"

Sir Hundred Wisdoms asked the question that had been on his mind, and upon hearing it, the silver-haired girl solemnly put down the parchment scroll.

“Gideon Ofnir, I don’t know what you’ve been revering all this time? You seem to lack any drive or ambition, and you’re so lethargic. That’s why I have this question.”

"For me, the situation that causes everyone pain should disappear, even if it means taking back the destined death so that corruption no longer gives birth to reincarnated creatures, and letting the dead return to silence."

"—This is our point of disagreement."

After saying that, Sir Bai Zhi lowered his head and continued to busy himself with organizing the documents.

He believed that God was unshakeable, and the manipulators behind Him were beyond reproach; the current situation was the result of everyone's collective choice. Since it couldn't be changed, why not try to live life to the fullest? After all, thousands of years had passed; why create more trouble on a broken foundation?

This is not right.

If one day the points of contention between the two sides become irreconcilable, even the Soul King, who has been on his way to the top, will step in to stop them.

Having nothing more to say to each other, Frillie waved her hand, casually put away the Platinum Village information, and turned to leave.

The trip was worthwhile because of the unexpected surprise.

Upon exiting the door, she was surprised to find Neferi leaning against the wall in deep thought, the worry and unease between her brows finally dissipating somewhat.

"It seems you've reached an agreement and ended things peacefully. To be honest, I was worried you'd suddenly start fighting and turn the round table hall upside down."

She spread her hands.

"After all, Ensha almost made a move just now."

“I wouldn’t mind sparring with the legendary Sir Elsa, but he lacks fighting spirit.”

"He knows a lot, and based on that, he stands in a superior position and draws a conclusion that many lives should struggle. I don't understand it, and I don't agree with it."

"Are you ok?"

"Don't worry, I will continue to dedicate myself to the cause of the Faded Ones, but I will draw a line between myself and Ofnir, and that will be the end of it."

The battle of the demigods and Frilian's long-standing example gave Neferi more confidence. The world was undoubtedly terrible, but it was resolutely turning around, so she herself could not fall into depravity.

So after a brief period of disappointment, she quickly cheered up.

Compared to the hypocritical Sir Hundred Wisdoms, it turns out that Soul King is the true role model of the Faded Ones, with compassion for all living beings and boundless courage. With such a friend to encourage her, Neferi felt somewhat better and stopped being so conflicted.

"It's good that you've figured it out, don't get stuck on it. Speaking of which, there's still a lot of stuff to clean up in Lienia, would you like to come?"

"of course."

She was convinced that only by aligning herself with Frilian's path could the Borderlands truly be saved. After trying so many methods over the years, they still had to rely on this magic research fanatic to solve the problem, so she might as well go all out.

As the two were chatting, familiar faces began to arrive one after another.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Roger was the most enthusiastic, greeting everyone with a smile: "We've heard about what happened. As long as everyone stays peaceful, that's fine."

"By the way, have you made any progress on your investigation into Black Knife Night?"

"There's a crucial point that requires the Moon Princess's Death Curse. Can you get your hands on it?"

"I don't think I'm that close to her."

Everyone's lips twitched. They thought to themselves, "You're all at the point of hoping to take over the Golden Dynasty, and you still call yourselves not familiar? Forget it, you're probably just two blockheads. Expecting any emotional connection between them is wishful thinking, especially since the fates of the stars haven't yet shifted."

"It's okay, I'm just investigating, there's no rush."

Roger added, "There's a labyrinth to the east of Lienia, perhaps with the mark of a black knife..."

"I can give you one of those right now, after all, I have Black Knife Assassins under my command."

As they were talking, Frilian took out a distorted magical trace, which was clearly the aura left after the Destiny of Death dissipated.

The real deal!

128

Chapter 128: Comprehensive Strengthening of the Veteran Legion

The labyrinth on the east side of Lienia was intended for the army, so there was no need for Frilian to handle everything personally, but the Black Blade Brand was not lacking.

How could she not collect and study such things?

Roger, having received the brand, sighed, "Well, that's good. I can study it for a while now. Actually, you might find it funny, but according to my research, the Deadborn don't actively harm living beings; it's also a way of existence... I hope to save them."

"How tragic it is to be excluded from the Golden Law. The Eternal Dynasty sacrificed the right to the cycle of life in order to make itself eternal. Everything has a price."

"Therefore I want to improve the laws governing the dead and the born within the existing legal framework."

"You did the right thing."

Neferi hurriedly answered, as if answering herself. In the past, she might have completely looked down on the Deadborn, but everyone was struggling, and according to Sir Hundred Wisdom, they were all surviving.

It is comforting to see anyone willing to improve the status quo, and such efforts should be supported.

Roger smiled upon hearing this: "What do you think, Frilian?"

"I've remembered about the curse mark, and I'll tell Lani about it later. But if you ask me, the most fundamental solution is to release the Fated Death."

"But the black sword Maricus guards it."

"Ah."

The silver-haired girl nodded calmly. It wasn't that she didn't know, but the assassin's reputation was so widespread that it didn't prevent her from concluding that she should seize the Death Rune.

No, didn't you hear the warning in my words? The Black Sword is very powerful.

Upon reflection, everyone realized that the Soul King had never shown any restraint throughout their journey. If he had been easily intimidated, he wouldn't have achieved his current status. He declared his intention to secure a destined death, and he was determined to deliver it; his declaration of this method today was tantamount to a declaration of war.

It is conceivable that the future battle between Maricus and Frilian will literally shake the borderlands and determine the fate of countless lives.

"Let's see if I can achieve results first or if you can seize your destined death first."

"You're pretty smug."

Suddenly, D's voice came from the side, and sure enough, Roger looked embarrassed, while the people around him took a few steps back.

One is trying to save the undead, the other has been hunting them; they're also friends, so he's always kept it a secret. Revealing it today is too awkward and could cause irreconcilable conflict…

"You did the right thing."

D's answer was unexpected.

The masked face hunched over, glanced around, and then smiled sharply: "You don't think I'm some kind of madman who's determined to kill the Birthborn, do you?"

"The hunters know better than anyone that as long as the Death of Destiny remains sealed, it will multiply, and the pollution of the Golden Tree roots exacerbates this. Therefore, sooner or later the Death of Destiny must be released, even if it means ending people's immortality."

"Immortal life? It's worse than death."

Frillian stated bluntly: "Life should be dynamic; a soul imprisoned in a decaying body is not truly alive."

Indeed, many people have had enough of this lifeless, limbo-like prison.

Neferi murmured, "But wouldn't that deprive many people of their right to a long life?"

"Yes, so the ideal approach would be to incorporate a dynamically adjusted indicator, such as allowing a person's will to decline to its lowest point and then return to the tree, thus allowing the world to proliferate, rather than remaining a living corpse indefinitely."

As the now-recognized expert in healing zombies, he is the most qualified to speak on this matter, and indeed, having one more indicator to adjust would make things much better.

too difficult.

Unfortunately, the grander the rules, the more rigid they tend to be. Once the Elden Ring is established, it is difficult to shake, and in the end, we can only endure the costs and fight against it step by step.

"That kind of thing is still too far off."

Roger waved his hand. "Don't take such a big risk because of a sudden inspiration of mine. Frilian, I think healing little by little is enough for now."

D chimed in, "Because the zombification has weakened, the contamination has been slowed down, and even the number of unborn has decreased."

"Your feat has already penetrated into the border region."

Throughout history, few have achieved the influence of the Soul King. Today, Ningmgeford and Lienia are thriving.

The long-awaited hope for recovery is becoming a reality.

His perseverance has paid off; the king who once burned himself to prolong the world continues to practice his will in a different place.

The round table hall carries the heroic spirit of the faded heroes, but has not seen hope for a long time. Now, the actions of the newcomers stir up a storm, as if they really give people confidence that everything will be alright, igniting passion in their hearts.

Roger asked impatiently, "By the way, could you tell me about the battle with the Full Moon Queen? As fellow mages, no one wouldn't look forward to a contest of that caliber."

"Soldiers too."

Besides Neferi, Rodrika, Colin, and others also acted like curious children.

The seemingly invincible pinnacle of demigod magic in their minds had fallen so easily—it was unbelievable. Of course, there was also the Battle of the Church of Bonds; those who experienced it firsthand would know the clearest story.

The hall was filled with a celebratory atmosphere, with a banquet being skillfully arranged to congratulate Frilian.

The wine is ready, just waiting for your story.

Unable to refuse her hospitality, she took a seat and generously recounted the whole story, including the teleportation from the magic academy gates, a brief mention of the Kalia fortress, and the main focus on the battle in Rea Lucaria...

The crowd nodded frequently, and whenever they heard that the academic monks had suffered setbacks, they not only smiled but also drank a few more glasses of strong liquor.

In fact, Frilian also liked this atmosphere. In the elven village, people were indifferent to each other, let alone banquets, and the Dark Souls world was even more desolate.

Therefore, she has always believed that the border area actually has a vibrant potential.

Yeah.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have the motivation to diligently seek opportunities. She could only invest in a world that could be saved; a world on the verge of extinction could only save a handful of people, and hoping for the entire world to continue was extremely difficult. Therefore, Frilian would not give up the borderlands.

As she spoke, she mentioned the configuration of the Royal City Army. Even those who had heard about it before looked serious, because Rodel's remaining strength was still beyond imagination, truly befitting the central authority.

"Actually, I wouldn't have released the Scarlet Corruption back then, because it has a symbolic meaning of being despised, practically making one an enemy of the whole world."

"But the distrust among the royal army and their rejection of the ominous sign dampened their morale to continue fighting."

"In short, I consider it a narrow victory, thanks to Markit's voluntary withdrawal."