Frilian at Elden Ring

Having lived through countless years and witnessed much history, it is part of many people's worldview, and they have heard stories of dragons since childhood.

Now, Gui'er has finally returned to the Dragon Tomb.

Freed.

The crimson decay could no longer torment it and this dragon race; it was truly time to bring it to an end. Regardless of history, even the most ancient fossils must give way to clean land; pollution cannot be allowed to spread far and wide alongside these flying creatures.

They watched in awe as the scarlet flowers slowly bloomed, resembling an arena, emanating the magic of a white dragon, before vanishing into nothingness and being completely buried.

The victor on the arena is Soul King, who personally bids farewell to the Dragon Grandmother.

Frillie applied the Flame Blessing to the body one more time before the healing process began.

It was dangerous for her to willingly bear a portion of the crimson corruption, as the gods behind her might have sensed it. However, she wasn't afraid; gods had dealt with things before, and it was nothing new.

I have received the prayer of "Guiou's Roar".

This is a high-level prayer. It can manifest the power of the "Ancient Dragon" Guior and is one of the "Legendary Prayers."

[Can transform into a dragon, unleashing a deafening roar. Reduces the attack and defense of surrounding enemies.]

The "Grandmother of the Dragon," Guior, is a rocky mountain that deserves our utmost respect.

Not bad.

It possesses features such as stealth target acquisition, wall penetration, and impact, but its energy consumption is somewhat high, making it less of a standout against Freyren's numerous offensive capabilities. More importantly, it can transform into a dragon, which Freyren cannot afford to do randomly.

Perhaps it would be useful to give it to Vlamé? However, she is still in the research stage and should not be finalized prematurely.

I wonder if the resulting Gui'er will be corrupted? Oh well, if I'm going to transform, I should transform into the top-tier Ancient Dragon. Once I have an Ancient Dragon, there should be new discoveries.

She reaped a great harvest, as she liked everything that was legendary.

"That's far too risky."

Melina, still shaken, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her injuries were completely healed.

What a terrifying physique! It absorbed and digested the crimson corruption head-on, only suffering minor injuries. How strong is its resistance? Even a move that could be considered a sure kill didn't cause serious injury.

"It was dangerous, but it was cleaned up thoroughly, so it was worth it."

"That's right. Apart from the Corruption Lake in Ionia, the pollution here at the Dragon Tomb is the most severe and deadly."

"One accumulates the energy for corruption, the other spreads death."

Frillie said coldly, "They are all key targets. If they are not completely dealt with, Galid will return to its polluting ways."

"So you're going to Corruption Lake?"

"Ah."

She had taken Grandma Jie's words to heart, and with the clues the player mentioned, it would be best to find the female swordsman named Millison.

Melina, the witch who works alongside the Faded Ones, has no choice but to agree.

To speak pessimistically is to say that everything we do now is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. Because when something dies, there must be some creature that has been contaminated with corrupting energy before it dies, and then it begins to reincarnate as a monster. At most, we can only suppress them to a certain threshold, but it is very difficult to eradicate them completely.

She had already told her partner part of the reason: the Predestined Death was sealed away, and it was guarded by the strongest assassin.

If you believe in evil, you won't be Frillie anymore.

She doesn't take this level of difficulty seriously. Just as she said before, she wants to both purify corruption and seize her destined death, taking a two-pronged approach to heal the entire border region.

"Optimistically speaking, the purification can at most guarantee that Galid will suppress corruption for the next thousand years."

"That's enough, Melina. We haven't known each other long enough, yet we've been through so much. Life is about depth, not length."

Very well-off.

My research is progressing at a human pace.

Frilian took a step toward the edge of the petals, her body as light as a feather falling, and her other hand stretched out behind her as if rolling up a scroll, causing the Ionia flower to quickly shrink and contract, a beautiful sight.

The moment she landed on the ground, the scarlet flower withered and was put back on her head.

The scene was so calm and serene that it seemed as if no legendary dragon had been defeated.

The soldiers rushed to her aid, initially believing that Frillie had been severely wounded after the fierce battle. Indeed, she had many wounds, but they were healing rapidly, her vitality undiminished, and her sharpness undiminished; she seemed ready for another fight. Had Guillor not inflicted fatal damage?

The Soul King's upper body silver armor had slight scratches, and the mage's robe at the bottom was stained with blood, but otherwise he still exuded an imposing aura.

"Your Majesty, it's so good that you're alright."

As Edgar spoke, he glanced around warily, as if afraid of being ambushed. "A scout just spotted the Blood Noble. They're like a persistent ghost."

"It's alright, they'll eventually lose their composure and jump out on their own. Just make sure the surrounding troops can come to our aid quickly."

"Your Majesty, what's our next step?"

"Everyone is tired, let's rest here. I'll take this opportunity to purify myself."

"what?"

Frillie answered with action, raising her staff with both hands and slamming it into the ground. The main rune behind her shone brightly, bathing her body and unleashing even greater magical power as she went all out.

The crimson decay in the soil is slowly absorbed, and each time it fades, it is replaced by the flower field.

The symbols of destruction have faded away, and the sea of ​​flowers, carrying beauty and hope, sways in the wind, spreading their fragrance and stirring emotions.

The silver-haired girl coughed a few times while sitting in the flower field.

"You've absorbed too much crimson corruption in a short time, so we need to take it slow. This is a good time for you to rest. Afterwards, we'll go to the Corruption Lake together; that's even more crucial."

"As ordered."

The 20,000 soldiers of the Southern Army witnessed the miracle and were filled with sincere admiration. It turned out that their dealings with Guior were to leave the magic for purification and to protect all the soldiers.

The pollution of the Dragon Tomb can now be declared a thing of the past.

It was the third day after Gui'er's fall.

After a day's rest, the 20,000-strong Southern Army began cleaning up the battlefield, piling up all the dragon remains, which, along with other decaying creatures, formed a small mountain.

They are a living, breathing breeding ground of crimson decay, and even now, it doesn't mean the energy within them is gone. There's only one way:

Burn.

A plume of black smoke shot into the sky, accompanied by a pungent odor that spread throughout the area. Not only were there conventional flames, but also the breath of a flying dragon and the lava of an earth dragon, all engulfing the area and ensuring nothing was left behind.

“These guys should have disappeared long ago. Let’s make sure there’s no trace of them.”

"Be careful, turn the body over, make sure it's burned thoroughly and there are no residues left."

"Hurry up and dig a firebreak, don't let it burn the flower field."

The soldiers moved in an orderly manner, especially avoiding the flower fields created by Frilian, which had covered the mountains and fields in just three days.

You call this overexertion?

It claimed that absorbing too much crimson corruption was affecting its performance, raising concerns about whether it would spiral out of control. However, during this time, the flower field continued to expand, easily covering the hills where the Dragon Mother once resided, and further spreading and overflowing into the surrounding areas.

Who else in this entire border region possesses such unfathomable magic? Boundless and limitless, it is truly a mighty force.

If the first flower field on the border seemed like a chance miracle, then the super magic in front of 20,000 people was a replicable miracle, enough to save Gailid.

Center of the flower field.

The silver-haired girl, who had been kneeling and meditating beside the staff, gradually opened her jewel-like eyes.

"The expansion of the flower field has reached its limit."

She murmured, "This is about the extent of the pollution in the deepest parts; it only covers the Dragon Tomb area."

"That's not important. How are you feeling?"

Melina was mainly concerned about whether the Faded Ones, who had been traveling and absorbing so much Crimson Corruption for days, were alright. Why had they tamed Crimson Corruption so easily? It was as if the Goddess of Corruption had given them face.

Thinking about it carefully, perhaps Frillie is more suitable than Marlene.

This person doesn't actually reject scarlet corruption; on the contrary, they've taken the literal meaning to a whole new level and only make it stronger.

But after seeing the silver-haired girl's unwavering expression, she felt somewhat relieved; mere crimson corruption was not worthy of erosion.

"I'm very good."

As she stood up, Frilian patted her shoulder, causing a shower of petals to fall, as if she had just taken a flower bath, exuding a fragrance that was both dreamlike and enchanting.

She stretched and wiped her armor, ready to go.

"You've only rested for a short time, yet you still have so much energy."

Melina admired him no matter how many times she watched it, saying, "No one is rushing you, so you can take your time."

"Because I've learned to live a short life, that's the secret to staying passionate."

"If we follow your plan and the Predestined Death is recovered in the future, there will indeed be fewer long-lived species. But then again, powerful humans in ancient times could live for a very long time, and the mainstream concept in the border region has always been a slow pace of life."

"Therefore, our rapid march will catch many people off guard."

"Correct."

The two exchanged a smile, their thoughts increasingly aligned, their understanding unwavering.

Then Frilian summoned Edgar and other officers to discuss the specific route to Corruption Lake and a series of preparatory measures.

We are about to head to the most dangerous part of Galid.

Even if General Ratan on the hill goes mad, he might not kill indiscriminately, but the Ionian swamp destroys every life equally without exception, so they must be extremely vigilant.

……

Three full days were enough for news of the Dragon Tomb battle to spread, especially for the locals of Galid, it was truly shocking news.

Red Lion City was bustling with activity.

Upon arriving in Alexandria, he overheard the soldiers discussing:

"I never expected Guior to be dead. Who is stronger, that monster or a demigod?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. They were all defeated by Soul King anyway. She even killed the largest corrupted creature. Could it be that she is truly immune to corruption as the legends say?"

“I heard that Frilian created flower fields in the crimson, rotten soil.”

"Can you defeat the general?"

"It's hard to say, but I still think sealing the stars is stronger."

"It's too difficult for demigods to have a one-on-one duel. With so many experts assisting this time, the outcome of the festival is hard to predict."