Frilian at Elden Ring

It's obvious that the opponent intends to play it safe and wear you down. Since it's difficult to quickly kill a colossal dragon, they should control the pace of the battle.

Seeing that everything was about to be destroyed, Guior made a snap decision to stop resisting the magic and instead turned his attention to the Southern Army.

Unleashing all the magic accumulated to date, unleashing an unprecedented breath of corruption!

Crimson energy erupted from his throat, like a stream of light spreading across the sky, its oppressive, corrupting power engulfing the entire battlefield. The soldiers froze, staring blankly at the engulfing torrent; this meant total annihilation.

call!

A faster Ionian flower appeared in the sky, blocking the way and absorbing all the corrupting breath. In an instant, its petals extended hundreds of meters, like a forest.

Standing atop the very top petal is none other than Frilian, holding her staff aloft.

"I've been waiting for this move from you."

Before he could finish speaking, Caria's greatsword slashed downwards in an arc.

Lion chop!

The blade slammed into Guior's head, half of his face obliterated by magic. At the same time, the silver-haired girl, riding on the Ionia flower, crashed in, and the massive white dragon's body was forcefully pressed to the ground.

For the first time since the start of the war, it has fallen, the mighty Grandmother of Dragons now lying on her head in a sorry state.

The Southern army was still shaken. They had thought it was all over, but in the blink of an eye, Guillor was lying on the ground struggling, being held down and hacked at by Frilian.

Use the Ionian flower to absorb corruption?

Gazing at the enormous flower floating in the sky, all was silent.

boom!

Suddenly, Frilian, who was pressed down on the dragon's back, was shaken off balance by the force of the impact. She saw Guior spread his wings against the sky, and the long wind lifted up his broken body.

"Roar!"

The white dragon let out a mournful roar and then flapped its wings to take flight.

The massive body was bathed in the gale, the wind blowing across every corner of its scales, washing away the mottled marks, as if it had returned to its former glory.

It suddenly spun around and flew away from Frilian.

The latter generated a gravity sphere in the air, which pulled his body lightly to the top of the expanded Ionia flower. This series of reactions was smooth and seamless, and he was not intimidated by Guiol's sudden move.

That's right.

The powerful figures in the border region shouldn't be as decadent as the border region itself. At the very least, they should be at their peak during the decisive battle. Right now, both sides are fired up, which is something we haven't seen in a long time.

The pale dragon roared fiercely, encircling the scarlet flowers, its ferocity replaced by pride.

At the same time, Frilian was surrounded by colorful shimmering lights.

I saw the golden tree stand as an oath, flames grant me power, vows of vengeance, a realm of magic, and resonance of rage, all covering me. Whatever it was, I just wanted to stack up my buffs while the Dragon Grandmother was getting used to flying, because a fierce battle was about to begin.

The standoff high in the sky rendered the battlefield colorless, utterly silent.

How magnificent!

Only by looking up can one vaguely see the flowers and dragons coiling beneath the golden tree under the blazing sun, each occupying its own territory, vying for supremacy.

Magical fragments drifted down from the clouds, mingling with the light of the golden tree as they fell like fireworks, but only the victors could be baptized.

A true battle of gods.

"Your Majesty always manages to create spectacular battles, even the Dragon Queen is unwilling to respond?"

Edgar said loudly, "Then we can't fall behind. Let's achieve a real victory."

"Attack the last remaining swarm of corrupt organisms—"

The Southern Army, with its morale soaring, roared and trampled over the corpses of the monsters as they pursued the routed remaining monsters, who were now only thinking of fleeing, running for their lives.

Are they no longer afraid of these cowardly bullies? Do they really think they can defeat the human elite?

joke!

Having ravaged Galid for so long, they had become arrogant and complacent, taking advantage of the rampant spread of crimson corruption. Their actual combat strength was negligible in the face of a powerful army. As they are now, they crumbled at the first touch, unable to organize an effective defense, and suffered heavy losses.

"Soldiers, you must know that the reason we have the opportunity to form an army is because the Red Lion Army helps us resist invasion."

"Now, let the sharp blades of the Southern Army pay their respects."

Edgar led his troops in a charge.

The military formation, like a net, firmly trapped the scattered, corrupt creatures. After repeated attacks, they were no longer in formation and had no power to resist, falling one by one in the encirclement.

Even a dragon as strong as a dragon was shot down and fell to the ground, where it was met with a dense array of spears.

Blood flowed like rivers, corpses littered the fields, and the crimson, rotting creatures returned to the red earth after their rampage.

Slaughter them all in front of the Dragon Grandmother!

Enraged, Guior flapped his wings and swooped down, recklessly attempting to rescue her. However, Frilian, imbued with gravity ball magic, blocked his way with her Moonsword.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the broadsword slapped the dragon hard across the belly like a palm, the force of which sent the dragon staggering back dozens of meters.

"Go ahead and do it, Edgar. I'll stop it."

The king and general exchanged a glance and continued their mission, their cooperation seamless and requiring no further words. Despite this being their first long-distance expedition, and facing a legendary dragon, they remained unmoved, displaying the best possible condition of the Southern Army. Today, they would ensure the dragon's tomb would be buried and vanish forever.

The two had cooperated in combat many times and were very experienced, firmly controlling the pace of the battlefield.

The corrupt creatures that only knew how to rampage were no match for them. Only Guior, who possessed consciousness, could still come up with tactics, but unfortunately, he could not sustain them.

It is getting more and more tired.

The young demigod's magic was unfathomable, and the war of attrition failed.

However, the Dragon Grandmother's pride prevented her from backing down. She continued to hover in the air, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Ultimately, her superior mobility, coupled with the advantage of Crimson Corruption, made her the perfect target for the silver-haired girl in the Gravity Ball magic.

"Frilian, are you safe like this?"

Melina looked at the red wound on the girl's skin with deep concern and earnestly warned her:

"The corrupting energy in the air is getting stronger and stronger. Anyone who fights with it will be infected. And you've blocked several breaths, so you've already accumulated to the threshold."

"Correct."

Her honest, unwavering answer made her frown even more. If they weren't fighting, she would definitely scold her for taking such a risk.

The next moment, Frilian activated Fire Gift once again.

Because this prayer can mobilize a trace of the First Flame to actively resist the corrosive effects of the Crimson Corruption, it has been developed into a form of resistance. Therefore, although the injury appears to be minor, it is not actually serious.

"I haven't dealt with many flying enemies, especially not this big ones. It will take some effort."

"Roar!"

Guior responded to the formidable enemy's fighting spirit with a roar, and suddenly swooped down.

At this moment, it folded its wings and pressed down with the weight of its entire body to pounce on the silver-haired girl in mid-air, who met the attack head-on without dodging or avoiding it.

I'm giving you a chance on purpose, after all, it wasn't easy to catch the charging dragon.

As expected, Frilian's first move was to strike the head, with a fully charged Loretta Attack hitting the target's chin, even inflicting a frost-freezing effect, ensuring that the Corrupting Breath wouldn't be released immediately before proceeding.

But this time, Guior was determined to fight to the death, and almost immediately upon contact, he released his crimson corrupting energy.

Destroy everything!

The enormous dragon body, comparable to a hill, became a super bomb, releasing a terrifying corrosive force as large as its size, enough to engulf an entire area, with Frilian standing directly in front of it being the first to be affected.

However, it saw no shock on the enemy's face, but rather indifference, a sense of boredom that it had expected.

"Do you think I'm Ratahn?"

In an instant, crimson petals extended from behind the silver-haired girl. It was unknown when, but the flower that had been floating in the air had absorbed the corrosive energy and was now absorbing it again, transforming into a super-giant flower bud large enough to envelop the Dragon Grandmother, its surface as hard as rock.

Oh no, we've fallen for their trap! But why is the Ionian flower absorbing it so quickly?

Guior stared intently at the signs of decay on Frilian's skin; they were not only wounds, but also the result of active absorption.

madman!

“I voluntarily accepted a portion of the crimson corruption to speed up the digestion, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to hurt me to this extent.”

As she spoke, she aimed her staff at the dragon's head. At that moment, it struggled desperately, but the suicidal attack had weakened its body to the extreme, which instead nourished the flower bud to form a prison. Its desperate move turned into a cage that trapped itself.

From beginning to end, Guior was trapped in a tactical trap.

Comet Yazler.

The azure torrent at the tip of the staff illuminated Frilian's cold pronouncement, and the magic pierced straight through the Dragon Grandmother's body, annihilating her along with the crimson decay.

The accumulated state so far will also be released, eradicating the spread of pollution.

150

Chapter 150 Killing Gui'er.

"Roar!"

With a mournful roar, Guior attempted a final charge against Comet Azler, its body, riddled with crimson decay and decay, still charging forward by sheer inertia. How could it accept this? How could it leave this world amidst the death of a dragon?

The distance between them, seemingly so close yet so far, was an insurmountable chasm.

More than one comet, Yazler, rose out of nowhere and bombarded the colossal white dragon relentlessly.

They easily broke through the scales' defenses.

By now, Guior had no energy left to maintain his magic resistance. Faced with the azure torrent infused with Frilian's immense magic power, he crumbled instantly, his body vanishing rapidly into the air.

As long as you hit a fixed target, Comet Yazler will definitely work.

The magic even pierced through the Ionian flower bud, drawing a straight path, parting the clouds, and stirring up fragments.

"alert."

Edgar was afraid that some crimson, rotten contamination would fall from above, but fortunately it disappeared in mid-air. His Majesty had considered all aspects of the battlefield from beginning to end.

At the same time, the Southern Army basically eliminated the monsters that had gathered in the Dragon Tomb area.

When they came to their senses and looked up, they realized that, without them noticing, an Ionia flower, comparable in size to a small city, stretched across the sky, and within its petals, they could vaguely see the Dragon Mother Guiol rapidly dissolving.

Legend has it that he perished here.