Frilian at Elden Ring

Suddenly a swift horse arrived, and the instant Torret deactivated the Summoning Return Ring, white frost, accompanied by a fierce wind, forcefully stirred up a crimson aura, which instantly subsided.

Stormy foot!

The most representative combat technique of the South suddenly appeared, blocking Aegis while a light breeze lifted everyone a distance.

Unsurprisingly, a silver-haired woman with pigtails waved to them from behind.

"It's His Majesty, he's finally here."

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Chapter 142 Lani's Dark Moon is very useful.

"That was close. You guys should stay back and not get entangled in the fight."

Frilian warned the border guards, who immediately replied "Yes, sir!" and retreated in an orderly fashion, quickly creating distance between them.

At this moment, the corrupt dragon Aegis was still trying to give chase, but the ice shards from the Stormfoot combat technique quickly climbed onto its scales, affecting its mobility and making its wings sluggish. Alarmed, it quickly took to a higher altitude.

The visitor is not good.

The fact that such a simple combat technique has been applied to this extent demonstrates the user's exceptional skill.

It's not blind; the dazzling magical reaction is genuine, it's a tough nut to crack.

However, Aegis still roared arrogantly, a surge of madness and violence rising in his mind, as if a corrupt will was rejecting him and that he had to kill this enemy.

The silver-haired girl rubbed her temples.

"...The aura of a god? No wonder, I'm probably the most hated person by you, after all, I can destroy you."

"Frilian, be careful, don't try to take it head-on."

Melina was terrified by the fact that the Faded One had stepped in front of her earlier. Although the exquisite ice storm had swept away the corrupting energy, there wouldn't be a next time, and the other party would be on high alert.

She judged that the new wave of pollution would be stronger, and that even contact with it might cause physical mutations.

"learn."

Frilian should indeed be careful with the ability that causes physical mutations, not because she is worried about herself, but because she is afraid that it will get out of control and release other things.

The eyes of those on the high ground and those on the ground met, firmly locking onto the enemy.

Aegis intended to maintain its distance, circling at high speed and easily dodging several probing attacks. Of course, it also hadn't anticipated that the pyroxene would be split in half into crystals, shattering its body into numerous fragments and causing its soul to ache.

A round of probing indicates that each side is proceeding cautiously.

Frilian couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Finally, a dragon that knows how to take advantage of the air has arrived. Otherwise, it's always running on the ground, making people think it's a four-legged lizard."

Therefore, she guessed that the opponent would use different tactics, because the Corruption Breath was not an easy target.

"Roar!"

After a defiant roar, it flapped its wings and swooped down, targeting the retreating soldiers.

But magic was faster; a comet from Azrael streaked across his abdomen, and Aegis narrowly dodged it, only to discover a terrifying truth:

It is not a burst-type, single-target spell; it has a continuous effect.

The azure torrent did not disappear; instead, it stretched across the sky, forming a defensive line that could not be breached.

It immediately changed its mind and prepared to move, but the magic moved with it and relentlessly pursued it. This thing could adjust its angle at any time.

It’s so outrageous!

Aside from the requirement to shoot in a straight line, there are probably no other restrictions. The current situation resembles Frilian holding a giant paintbrush and sketching deadly magic in the air.

During this time, the comet streak almost grazed the soldiers' heads.

It was so exciting! On one side was a dragon brewing its corrupting breath, ready to turn them all into monsters, and on the other side was the Soul King, who was trying to stop the former and launch an even stronger attack. Fortunately, there was enough room to escape.

The group rode quickly into the fortress.

Miscalculated.

Aegis had intended to use the army's losses to disrupt the opponent's rhythm, but he did not expect such a powerful attack. Moreover, the silver-haired girl's magic power was sufficient. She took a sip of the elixir and continued to launch the comet, showing a tendency to engage in a war of attrition.

With no shortcuts available, only a direct confrontation remained, and the opponent was leaving no room for maneuver.

The corrupt dragon flew around in anger, lowered its head toward Frilian's location, and exhaled a stream of corrupting air.

It's practically plowing the land.

Faced with the terrifying air currents, she called out to Torret to mount his horse.

With its agile legs, the Spirit Horse easily evaded the corrupting breath. Now, it galloped at full speed, leaping over the wall of flames and running freely across the vast plains.

Melina said, "Toret is very happy now, but aren't you not good at cavalry warfare?"

"Correct."

Frillie's unwavering answer, coupled with her thoughtful expression, made her old partner pause slightly. Could it be? It seems she definitely has a shocking and daring idea!

As she galloped away on her horse, Aegis once again swooped down behind her, exhaling a malevolent, corrupting aura that continuously shortened the distance, forming a long rainbow linking them in the air.

Suddenly, the silver-haired girl stood on the saddle, turned around, and threw something.

The headdress of the Ionian Flower shone brightly, and expanded upon the slightest touch, with each petal reaching a length of twenty meters!

The corrupt dragon suddenly stopped, watching helplessly as its corrupt breath was absorbed, and the flower actually wrapped around its mouth, forming a bridge on the ground.

"Toret, charge!"

The reins were taut, accompanied by the neighing of the spirited horse. The first step landed on the edge of a solid petal, the next step was already ten meters away, and two steps brought them to their target. At this moment, they were both flying, and they had to seize the fleeting moments of airtime.

It charged forward with unwavering conviction, while Frilian on its back raised her staff, which suddenly gleamed with a sharp edge.

The silver-haired girl's indifferent expression, neither sad nor happy, was reflected in the dragon's pupils. With a wave of her hand, she delivered a killing move.

Moonlight Sword!

A white, frosty light streaked across the crimson sky, and even the soldiers far away in the fortress witnessed the scene of the horse galloping across the sky. The scene of the epic epic was right before their eyes, and the sound of the sharp blade cutting through the air was deafening.

Aegkith's wing was severed in half, and most of his body was frozen. Before the blood could even splatter, it all turned into frost.

The dragon that soared through the sky has fallen, and standing atop it is the Soul King.

With a deafening roar, it crashed into a deep crater.

At the same time, Frilian grabbed Torret's reins and swooped down, while her other hand put away the Ionian Flower, and a red carpet seemed to be constantly rolling up in the air.

Elegant yet domineering.

No one at the scene saw that Melina, who almost fell because she had nowhere to grab onto, held onto her waist throughout the entire process.

"Your combat strategies are truly bizarre."

Even the well-informed Melina was shocked. There were countless stories of dragons being killed at the border, but they were usually just crossbow bolts. Who could charge on horseback like this and slay a dragon in mid-air? Only one person in the world could face the Crimson Corruption with such ease.

Frilian put on the Ionian flower again as if it were a trivial matter.

"It's not over yet."

Before he finished speaking, a huge claw gripped the edge of the pit and dragged Aegkis's body up, now noticeably larger.

To be precise, the change in size is due to the larger mutated meat chunks.

The tearing of the wings released the crimson energy that had been barely maintained in balance within its body, further transforming it. At this moment, it lost its biological instincts, and the color of thought disappeared from its eyes.

I felt excruciating pain all over my body and needed to release it.

Agkis stared at the tiny enemy before him and roared, his body torn open with wounds that spewed out a putrid stench, making him a living embodiment of corruption.

Trouble.

Entering the corrupt dragon, Agkith, he offers his final, all-out battle.

It gripped the ground with its four claws, arched its body, and its breath gurgled like brewing thunder. Its entire body emanated a crimson, decaying power. It even affected the material world; the ground was rotting and collapsing, threatening to erode beyond the wall of flames.

We must not allow pollution to spread to Ningmgefur.

Frilian slowly rose into the air and retreated. Now that her opponent had lost the ability to fly, she could finally maneuver without the aid of the Torret.

"Roar."

"You caught up so easily? You've gone mad."

That being said, it should not be underestimated, because facing corruption directly does not have the Ionian Flower as a medium to mitigate its ferocity. Now, the energy carried by Aegir is even more terrifying and difficult to defend against.

She hasn't taken out her usual shield yet, because it's pointless now, since the enemies are all using poison gas.

Moreover, the distance cannot be narrowed.

Just as he was pondering, the dragon pounced, its sharp claws sweeping across, throwing out chunks of rotten flesh that turned into a rain of blood.

So disgusting.

The silver-haired girl deftly dodged, still observing.

Aegis, who had no interactive experience, became even more enraged. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he lost all his spirit, leaving only a savage rampage.

Suddenly it stopped. It didn't know when, but the sky above it hadn't noticed was filled with the vengeful spirits of skeletons, staring intently at the flying dragon on the ground, even revealing a sense of contempt. Could it be mocking the flightless dragon?

Aegis, who attacks anyone he sees, immediately unleashed a stream of corrupting breath, but it had no effect.

Frillie beckoned, and hundreds of ancient, vengeful spirits, drawn by the beckoning, chattered and laughed as they rushed toward their target, causing a series of explosions.

boom!

The dragon's already ravaged body continued to tear apart, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. Moreover, the vengeful spirits possessed impact force, making large targets perfect prey, causing the dragon to stagger uncontrollably as it was bathed in their energy.

The magic's persistence and suppressive nature are fully manifested in this spell.

Suddenly, Aegis began rolling around on the spot to dodge, looking disheveled but effective, barely managing to avoid the bombardment of vengeful spirits.

However, it then discovered that the tracking capability was extremely strong, and it continued to attack even while chasing itself. Just how much mental energy had it infused to track the enemy?

All that's left is to take a gamble.

Immediately afterwards, the corrupt dragon gripped the ground with all four limbs, arched its body, and lowered its head, like a catapult.

A crimson, putrid breath swept across, carried by the wind, slamming into everything in its path, causing the ground to decay and collapse. Any magical medium could become a conduit for its spread, and anyone who touched it would die instantly.

Frillie wasn't reckless enough to confront him head-on, so she dodged in mid-air.

wrong!