Frilian at Elden Ring

This wasn't an increase aimed at one or two targets, but rather the creation of an entire army in one fell swoop. Therefore, they were prepared for a long battle and decided to settle down in the Great Blessing to focus on strengthening the ashes…

Xiu Gu continued hammering away at his ironwork, completely unconcerned even as a magical storm arose.

The small corridor seemed to be undisturbed by time and the outside world. Occasionally, a faded person would glance back and admire the concentration of these two people.

A month has passed in the blink of an eye.

This is the standard within the Great Blessing; the timeframe may be longer outside.

However, the Southern Army was not worried. Even if His Majesty disappeared for a year or two, it would not matter; it would only be a blink of an eye.

During this period, Lienia and Nymgford developed rapidly under planning and continued to operate as usual, entering a rare period of rapid prosperity. The only difference was that they lacked the genuine Soul Healing spell and had to accumulate some undead to wait in line.

The collective boost of the Legion of Bones was gradually coming to an end, and their magic output was increasing rather than decreasing, often causing the Round Table Hall to shake a few times.

"What exactly are you trying to create by using so much magic and even runes?"

Inside the office, Sir Hundred Wisdom muttered to himself, a rare hint of unease in his voice, even though he knew it was an army of ashes and couldn't predict its strength.

It’s difficult.

Given Frilian's proactive nature, she'll likely reach the foot of the Golden Tree sooner or later, perhaps even intending to venture deeper inside—that would be truly troublesome. She's destined to fail, and that failure will breed an even greater disaster…

"Forget it, you have many more formidable enemies ahead of you. Let's cooperate until the very end."

Once he had this thought, he felt relieved.

According to Sir Hundred's intelligence, the truly powerful demigods have not yet revealed their full strength. Even the ominous demon Malkitt didn't unleash his full power back then, and the forces under the demigods' command are more than enough to give any challenger a run for their money. They will most likely perish midway, so there's no need for me to worry about them.

The magical storm in the Round Table Hall continued for quite some time.

But that day finally came; after all, Frilian had completed an unprecedented massive project to enhance the collective ashes of the deceased.

hum!

As the last trace of magic and blessing dissipated, the lingering pressure bid farewell, and in its place appeared several gleaming ashes in the silver-haired girl's hand, exuding a powerful aura.

Rodrigo said excitedly, "You did it! You even made the soul transcend the original life form's strength, becoming an alternative soul creature. It works! It's a miracle."

"It's all thanks to you, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to use my skills at all."

"They already have the potential to grow and can become a powerful force in the future."

129

Chapter 129 Those Years in Yanan.

"Does cremated remains have any other new features?"

Despite Frillian's full involvement in the enhancement process, she actually doesn't know much about the professional field of spirit trainers; that's all about talent.

Rodrigo was the one who truly filtered out the differences in the power of the different ashes, and of course, she listened to her master's advice.

"Now they can be permanently summoned and remain active. They can acquire rune sustain themselves, which gives them the ability to garrison. When not in combat, they will move around like zombies with low energy consumption."

“Once given the master’s orders, it can become a well-organized army.”

"In addition, the ashes of high intelligence are an exception. Black Knights and Magic Archers can serve as intelligence, and I estimate that their power will be enough to rival that of heroes after a period of growth."

She launched into a long and detailed introduction.

The remaining changes are not so revolutionary, but they are enough to be called a complete transformation; otherwise, some old bones would always be responsible for holding things back.

The Soul-Summoning Bell is now equivalent to an elite personal guard.

Frilian was very satisfied with the result. She had previously envied Markitt for being able to assemble a personal guard to act in concert, quickly suppressing a demigod and displaying dominance on the battlefield with an outstanding record. No wonder she caused rivers of blood to flow; her reputation was well-deserved.

If it weren't for the support of the Knights of Kalia, the Undead Legion, and the Dragon Eater Legion during the Battle of the Church of Bonds, the battle would have been even more brutal.

Cremated remains can now serve this purpose.

The advanced troops that were originally meant to support her can now be sent out to fight against the powerful enemies on the main battlefield.

After all, during the War of Rodel, they will definitely face more powerful troops. It will be good enough to withstand their offensive, and it will be difficult to free up their hands to fight another coordinated battle with Frilian.

Although the overall strength of the veteran legion is still weak, there are now solutions.

The next major upgrade will depend on the technology of the Eternal Dynasty. As long as relevant research data exists, tracing the origins will be no problem. After all, she is most skilled in this kind of magical experiment theory, so she can just follow the steps.

"Thank you, I'm sorry to have taken up so much of your time."

Just then, Frilian paid a large sum of runes as payment, and after all that trouble, she was almost penniless.

"It's okay, it's my job, and besides, you always give me so much."

"I'm sure I'll need your help again, since the ashes need further adjustments to their different functions. Unfortunately, we're running out of materials... There are quite a few Lily of the Valley graveyards, but I've hardly encountered any high-level ones. Could they be on the Yatan Plateau as well?"

"Don't worry, just visit the ruins more often, the older the better, you'll always find materials."

"Then I should probably go."

Rodrika, the silver-haired girl who was about to leave, nodded reluctantly. They had been training spirits together for so long, but they hadn't said more than a few words. Everyone was too busy and constantly being driven by the rapidly changing world.

This is especially urgent for the Fragment Kings, who are said to have been recuperating for ten years and are expected to begin organizing their armed forces in the latter half of that period.

"Wait, all the parts for your armor have been made."

Xiu Gu solemnly handed over a cloth bag. "This is the longest piece I've ever made."

I will take good care of it.

"Yes, I hope this armor will become famous like the armor of other demigods."

Frillie waved to her two companions and then headed towards the Great Blessing. Of all those in the entire Round Table Hall, none were more trustworthy than the two of them; the rest harbored their own agendas and were not necessarily on the same path.

The long, warm, and safe time is over; it's time to go back.

She glanced one last time at Sir Hundred's room before disappearing into the Great Blessing, and the atmosphere in the hall finally eased.

As Ophniel watched the silver-haired girl's figure disappear, he took a deep breath. He had finally seen the girl off. He wondered if this farewell would bring news of her death or another piece of good news next time.

The skies over Lienia are clearer than ever before.

When Frilian arrived at the Academy's Blessing Point after a long absence, she found that the town had expanded again, and the thick fog that had lingered year-round had thinned out.

"It seems I've been away for a while, but it shouldn't be too long."

For immortal beings, the difference of one or two years is too much to calculate, so she doesn't care how much time has passed. As usual, she returns to the academy to handle the accumulated administrative affairs, conduct research, and cure the living corpses.

as usual.

No news is good news. She's been working tirelessly for too long these past few days, so she might as well take this opportunity to stay at the magic academy and maintain her daily activities. The nobles are also happy with this, since there are always some matters that require the king's authority to decide.

During this time, the Southern army's cleanup of the entire Lienia region went smoothly, and they would occasionally ask Frilian to join them in tackling the most difficult mazes.

For example, the thief's sealed prison, used to deal with Adam, the fire-stealer.

His death brought a precious gift: the flames of the evil god, and a prayer that was currently in short supply.

One of the prayers that directly demonstrates the power of the fire giant is one of the "legendary prayers".

[It can throw fireballs, said to be inhabited by an evil god, which burn fiercely. The fireballs will slowly fly towards the target, causing an explosion that burns the surrounding area.]

This is the prayer that Adam stole.

[This is a secret hidden by Aganti, the "head of the Watchers"]

It is said that the evil god still resides within the fire giant.

Frilian has countless abilities to unleash flames, but the evil flames from the giants seem to have an even greater corrosive power and a special spreading effect, no wonder they were once feared by the goddess Marika.

However, she tried a few times and was not as powerful as the legends said. If she were truly strong, then Adam the Firebringer would not have lost to her so easily.

The borderlands are home to many powerful abilities, but their limits have been lowered by their users. Over time, when successors learn them, they lose some of their brilliance and have to slowly recover.

There was also a little incident where Melina warned the giants that the flames were dangerous and even repulsive.

Forget it.

Since that's the case, Frilian had no choice but to pretend the evil god's flame didn't exist, but she silently noted that the giant was guarding the treasure, and these cultists were causing trouble. Then again, what flame could possibly be stronger than the First Flame?

In addition, the cuckoo-sealed prison was cleared by the army, and the black knife brand indeed fell from the labyrinth ruins.

Most enemies can be dealt with by the current strength of the Southern Army, with occasional reinforcements sent by the Ashes, so there is little need for a demigod to intervene.

Therefore, Frilian spends most of her time at the academy with her teachers Seren, Tops, and the apprentices of the Mystic Creations of Life, researching all kinds of magic together, with the help of other academy mages, immersing herself in the ocean of knowledge every day.

Lienia's business has entered a period of slow growth.

Time flies...

Therefore, Frillie's frequency of returning to reality has increased significantly.

As the direct disciple grows older and approaches the golden age of magical study, he must be given the best training, so let Volame lay a solid foundation.

When he soars to the heavens and completes his training, he will be able to make the demons feel what pain truly is.

……

Elf Village Forest.

Spring sunshine is in the air, a warm breeze is blowing, and the mountains are lush and green.

The scenery is picturesque and full of tranquil beauty, but this is not necessarily true for the birds and beasts that live there. Almost every day, rumbling noises come from the depths, often stirring up dust, which can be seen even at the edge of the forest.

As it turns out, time brings adaptation, and even the most timid sparrows gradually become comfortable staying on the branches and gazing into the distance, or even ignoring everything.

Although we don't know what happened, the monsters have disappeared, which is good news.

These creatures, which used to wreak havoc and dominate their territory, were gradually eradicated, making the area increasingly peaceful. The ecological niches that were vacated naturally gave the forests the opportunity to flourish.

Warehouse outside the village.

A girl with a single orange ponytail dragged in the remains of a monster, resembling a hippopotamus with thick, tough skin. However, its body was covered with countless fist and foot marks, and even wounds that pierced through its flesh, suggesting it had likely died from a severe beating.

The hunter, Vlame, clapped his hands and threw it on the ground, while skillfully beginning to break down the different materials.

Millie Adele, acting as a guard at the village entrance, sighed with a twitching smile:

"It's really tragic, not elegant at all."

"My master instructed me to focus on warrior combat skills and magic theory when I was young, because only a strong physique can accommodate stronger magic."

She laughed heartily, full of heroic spirit.

"Frilian just wants to find a durable human magic vessel, right? Ordinary people can't withstand her bizarre research."