Frilian at Elden Ring

The barrier we just set up is already insufficient. Even the caster didn't expect it to grow so large. Every wisp of energy at its edge is enough to cause a soul attack, guaranteed to strike fear into the hearts of enemies.

The great vengeful spirits, viewed from the sky, wore expressive smiles, as if responding to Frilian's joy at creating a new form.

However, the elves were almost scared to death. No way, what kind of scale is this that covers the sky in broad daylight?

Outrageous.

"Because the construction of soul magic is not like that of elemental or mass-based attacks, which consume a lot of resources but can expand the damage area at a low cost, I recommend it to you. How does it feel, Volame? Want to continue?"

"Of course, I also realized something: I should be more proactive and bold in adjusting my soul form, right? This is just the beginning."

The red-haired girl's magical response was even stronger than before.

She directly fused the magic power attached to her soul into her body, reaching a new level. Moreover, her physical body served as a vessel to withstand it, and she also benefited from the enhancements provided by life-giving secrets.

At this moment, I will use everything I have learned to respond to my master's test.

"very good."

Frillie didn't feel any danger at all; in fact, she was looking forward to it because it was a method she couldn't use herself, given how unstable her body was.

132

Chapter 132 Mobile Version of Comet Yazler.

At the dinner table earlier, Vlame demonstrated a method to make nails grow longer. Similarly, one can make the soul and magic highly compatible, thereby forming a superior fighting power and improving all aspects.

At this moment, her long hair fluttered, her magic bloomed like a raging fire, and every move she made carried the attributes of a soul.

This is a qualitative change.

It's as if it transforms itself into a weapon, imbued with soul attributes, making it difficult for those ancient, wronged souls to shake the blazing torch.

Frillie understood the underlying principles at a glance, but she had many other ways to achieve a similar state, and there were too many dangerous things within her body to easily adjust. In any case, different paths diverged within the same school of magic.

"I'm so glad you did it, it's really imaginative."

"There are still many things that will make Master happy."

With a loud laugh, Vlame suddenly stomped on the ground, unleashing a whirlwind of frost. His combat skill, Storm Footwork, was enough to freeze the skeletons, and he crashed down on his target with a massive block of ice.

Suddenly, an iceberg appeared before the silver-haired girl, large enough to crush a street, casting a shadow over all escape routes.

call!

She unleashed a wisp of blazing flame, easily melting the ice. Instantly, a torrent of water poured down, some of it even staining her clothes. Suddenly, a red-haired figure leaped out of the water, completely dry and protected by the barrier.

Frillie's pupils contracted sharply in an instant, and she activated her defense almost simultaneously.

But the Thunder responded quickly.

With a flick of her delicate hand, the girl summoned lightning from the heavens, which merged into the water. The perfect medium formed a chain of lightning bolts that struck before the barrier could close.

A series of crackling explosions, accompanied by incandescent light, engulfed Frillie's position, forcefully piercing through the ring.

The elves watching felt their hair stand on end and their bodies go numb. It was easy to imagine that the power must have been incredibly strong. If it hit a person, they would be reduced to ashes and die without a trace in no time!

"This power... they're really going all out."

"I hope no one will die. No one can afford to suffer losses in such a big situation."

"Stop worrying unnecessarily, it's time for us to retreat."

The thunder was so powerful that it scorched the rocky base, and smoke billowed everywhere. Even Ivory frowned, fearing something had gone wrong, after all, it was a meticulously planned surprise attack.

Soul magic can only serve as a supplement here, especially when facing a powerful enemy like my master. I must launch a surprise attack and counterattack, using elemental damage as the main attack and coordinating with other elements to avoid being detected. Finally, I managed to unleash a powerful move.

What were the results?

When the smoke cleared, a fluffy silver-haired elf was revealed, silently exhaling smoke rings with a distinctly bewildered expression.

"You caught me off guard. You were definitely a bit lax in the village."

Despite this, Frilian's clothes were still clean and tidy, and her skin had no charred marks. She had been struck by lightning, yet it was only considered as smoking and getting a perm?

This completely overturned the image of mages as fragile.

Vlame was relieved, but also felt an even greater sense of disparity—what an absurdly low margin for error! He had clearly neutralized and broken through the distorted light barrier that his master constantly maintained, yet the test yielded a terrifying conclusion:

It turns out that Frillie had been protecting the diamond with an eggshell all along.

—For most people, an eggshell is harder than a diamond, let alone what comes after.

Breaking through the defenses was just the beginning. In reality, that body had been tempered and refined through countless trials, its energy concentrated to an unimaginable level. Every inch of its skin could withstand magical bombardment. Could this still be considered a normal living organism? How did it achieve this? What level of terrifying training was required?

"Master, you might as well drop your defenses and use your physical body to withstand those spells. I guarantee your opponent will soon be in despair."

"Volame, there are countless curses and magics in the world that ignore the concept of defense. Never underestimate your enemies; they may not even be a match for me."

"Even the most powerful conceptual magic requires imagination, and the enemy cannot imagine the scenario of defeating you."

This is the law.

Vlamé believed that those so-called unsolvable magical curses relied more on the caster's imagination, or rather, their extraordinary spirit; if the gap was too large, they were as good as non-existent and simply ineffective.

Otherwise, the demon race would have been invincible the moment they awakened their conceptual magic, instead of gradually gaining fame over hundreds of years.

"You're not very experienced. Try practicing in a maze next time."

The biggest difference between the power systems in reality and those in the borderlands is probably in the physical body. For example, demigods are all incredibly strong and invulnerable to weapons, and they are even guaranteed to be immortal, so their defense is maxed out.

Therefore, they didn't think that fellow demigods, Soul Lords of Cinder, were particularly tough; they could still injure them. In contrast, top human warriors were more susceptible to injury, though they remained lively and energetic despite their wounds. However, the difference between the two was undeniable.

Frilian combines strengths; in short, her stance and resilience are bottomless.

No wonder.

When facing the "Resilient Dog" opponent for the first time, Vlame was at a loss.

She deliberately withdrew some of her magical pressure, instantly reducing the pressure on everyone around her, and the heavy feeling on their shoulders disappeared.

"Now that you have learned the new soul magic, let's begin a full test. Give it your all."

"I understand, Master."

The brief exchange of blows just now made Vlame realize that there was no need to worry about accidental injuries. The key was how much of his strength he could unleash to satisfy Frillie. He would give it his all and demonstrate all the skills he had accumulated so far.

The red-haired girl, whose soul and magic were highly integrated, began to restrain her aura. This was a signal to avoid wasting it and to concentrate further; what followed was a violent storm.

Suddenly, the silver-haired girl transformed into a moon and flew over, launching the first attack.

Vlame immediately used a barrier to defend himself, after all, he wasn't a soul.

Click!

Unexpectedly, the defensive barrier was as fragile as paper and shattered instantly. The coldness of the moon that escaped reduced the activity of magic, causing people to shiver.

"This is the anti-magic magic I mentioned to you."

"There's no need to use it now."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of sword light flew past Vlame's ear, narrowly dodging it. "That was close."

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not telling you to attack me, but to do everything you can to preserve your strength. Your future opponents are the strongest people at the top of the world. Against them, fighting spirit and resilience are more important, and you must not lose your belief in victory."

The magic power that Frilian wielded surged forth, unleashing a sword light that pierced the heavens and the earth, shattering the clouds and swirling in the mountain mist.

Are you kidding me?

Using astonishing magic while demanding that his apprentice not be afraid is absurd.

Having been hit by Dark Moon, Vlame's magic power continued to decrease. Faced with this attack, he lost the ability to unleash his magic power and was caught in a dilemma, with only a final desperate gamble left.

Facing the light, they stood ready, as solid as a rock.

As the greatsword of Kalia struck the ripples, a strong recoil was felt, and at the same time, the corners of Frillie's mouth turned up. Very good, she finally used the Topus Field in actual combat, but the spread of the shock wave did not stop.

The collision of the two enormous forces completely shattered the bedrock, causing upheaval and leaving the area without a foothold.

The Elf Forest rumbled.

Even from more than ten kilometers away, a plume of smoke could be seen rising from the ground. It didn't look like the dissipation of smoke from an explosion, but rather like a powerful impact that propelled matter into the air at such a high speed that friction ignited it into a stream of flames.

It's like a volcanic eruption! What kind of power could possibly be comparable to the force that destroys a city?

The Pokémon around the training ground have the most to say: the shockwaves ripped the ground, uprooted towering trees, and sent rocks flying into the sky.

too exaggerated.

Such an impact naturally caused Vlamé to lose her balance and stumble. But instead of looking down like an ordinary person, she overcame her instincts and continued to scan the smoke, using her magical perception to locate her target: directly above!

From some unknown time, Frilian floated in mid-air, and the Shining Sword fell, like raindrops covering the training ground that had been turned into wasteland.

"There are too many, and the rebound is too much."

Now, all Vlame could do was defend herself and retreat, her back riddled with dents from the blows of the Radiant Sword. Even so, she knew perfectly well that her master had gone easy on her, holding back as much as a lake.

In the Battle of Northwind Fortress, a single Shining Sword could instantly kill a demon mage.

She would never forget the silver-haired girl coiling in mid-air, blossoming with power, the radiant swords surrounding the caster, and the corpses of enemies falling one after another. A single strike could pierce through defensive barriers and flesh, and now it was relentlessly pursuing her.

We must fight back.

With this thought in mind, the red-haired girl suddenly slammed on the brakes. Her sword, aimed by inertia, missed its target, and in the blink of an eye, azure light coalesced—

"Could it be a torrent of souls?"

This is a technique that releases soul power; without the corresponding accumulation, it's tantamount to suicide, and it must be stopped.

When it flew right up to her, Frilian realized that it was a type of magic developed specifically for killing attacks. Its nature was simple and brutal, focusing entirely on surprise attacks.

Her hesitation about whether or not to save her apprentice caused her to miss the best opportunity to dodge. She was also afraid to retaliate for fear of accidentally injuring someone, so she had no choice but to use the same magic beam to meet the attack head-on, causing an explosion that briefly obscured her vision.

Taking this opportunity, Vlamé leaped into the air, this time with an even sharper beam of light.

She finally managed to hit the Twisted Light Barrier, and even her close-range protective magic became unstable, flickering constantly. Although she knew her master was quite tanky, she couldn't help but smile smugly.

"Attack while moving? Not bad. Coincidentally, I also have a move to teach you."

Comet Azrael!

A torrent of azure energy rushed towards the red-haired girl, who nimbly landed to dodge it, but the magic continued unabated. A terrifying beam of energy grazed her scalp as she flew away, and the caster was even slowly descending while maintaining her output—was she single-handedly providing firepower suppression and cover?

Although Comet Yazler had only recently learned the technique, Frilian had already made up for the weakness of not being able to move while shooting.

Therefore, its continuous output advantage is magnified many times over, becoming a torrent that washes away everything, and from a distance, the azure light pillar erases all sights.