Frilian at Elden Ring

This also includes some of my own things, such as demonstrating how to absorb and digest the power of Crimson Corruption.

Really!

O'Neill was shocked to suddenly receive a huge amount of information. Someone had actually come up with such a brutal method, using themselves as a dilution medium to forcibly contain the pollution.

It's both admirable and terrifying. What kind of body could accomplish such a feat?

His guard dropped considerably.

The old general, who had fought alongside the Holy Tree Army in battles across the land, had seen half of the top experts in the border region, including many fragmented kings who ruled over their respective territories. Among all of them, he had to admit that Frilian possessed extraordinary spirit and was a faded figure with the qualities of a king.

"His Majesty said that if Millison is successfully treated, it could lead to new findings in the study of Crimson Corruption?"

"I can't guarantee it, because it's likely an isolated case. There are too many variables in the study, and it's not possible to replicate her success, especially since it hasn't been successful yet."

When it comes to magic, Frillie is very meticulous and speaks the truth.

"Don't you wonder why Millison has such strong resistance to Crimson Corruption?"

O'Neill said thoughtfully.

"how?"

"A one-armed female swordsman with crimson, corrupt red hair, and who is also worshipped by corrupt followers... She looks so much like Lady Malenia, whom I serve. My intuition tells me that there is a connection between them."

"That's simple. Go and see for yourself, and then decide whether or not to give us the Pure Gold Needles."

"No, I can't leave the swamp."

O'Neill slightly pulled out the golden needle, and even the slightest touch caused a terrifying leak of corrupting energy.

Ultimately, it can only be suppressed. Over the years, its body has been hollowed out. Part of the reason it can move freely is that the swamp provides energy, which is equivalent to becoming part of the decaying ecosystem.

The old general, who had resisted the red corruption for many years, was assimilated.

"What a disgusting god."

As Frilian's voice rang out, the surface of the Corruption Lake seemed to stir, as if some monster was about to emerge to retaliate.

Meanwhile, the Southern Army had also arrived. Seeing that His Majesty was doing well, they engaged in battle with the corrupt creatures on the periphery. For a time, swords clashed and noise raged, making it an unsuitable time for peaceful conversation.

Moreover, both of them knew that Millison couldn't wait much longer, otherwise it would be too late to turn the tide.

"I've made up my mind."

O'Neill said firmly, "It is better to give the pure gold needles to a young and strong new master than to leave them to a decaying body."

"confirmed?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I trust you. You are a comrade-in-arms I can rely on."

"I'll deliver it as soon as possible."

"The only regret is that I didn't have time to tell you about the legends that happened during those long years... After the pure gold needle left my body, I could only use my last bit of life to resist the corruption and erosion. But the external deities were very active, and no one knows what will happen in the end."

Frillie had originally intended to suggest further discussion, but O'Neill was determined and ready to die.

Having lingered for too long in the place farthest from the sacred tree, he longed to return to his homeland, and finally had the chance to find release.

It wasn't necessarily that her words were particularly moving; the old general was simply tired. Yet, he couldn't let go, hesitating to remove the golden needles, because O'Neill still harbored a lingering concern:

"If I turn into a monster, I'll be counting on you."

"of course."

"Deliver the golden needles as soon as possible. That Millison is probably connected to Marlenia's people. It will be my duty to do my best."

Since it was the promise of the Fragment King, he didn't need to be so long-winded.

Click!

O'Neill gripped the end of the pure gold needle tightly and pulled it out, unleashing a crimson, corrupt energy that was evil, vast, and boundless.

The entire Ionian swamp seemed to be boiling with excitement, as if it had been waiting for this moment.

He forced himself to hand the gold needles to Frillie.

"Don't worry about me. I've gotten quite used to dealing with the crimson corruption. I can hold out for a while. Go quickly, Your Majesty, and come back before I lose control."

"give it to you."

"That's exactly what I'm saying. As a warrior, facing the Fragment King in your final battle is a kind of honor."

"I will tell Millison about your help."

As soon as she finished speaking, Frilian summoned Torret, grabbed the reins, mounted the saddle, and sped off towards the Church of Corruption, leaving everyone else in the dust.

Spirit Horse!

O'Neill, who had seen this legendary mount, was slightly taken aback. It seemed that Marika and Michaela had both had contact with it. It was truly amazing that the beast known as the Chosen King had submitted to this person. There were too many surprises today, which ignited a sense of excitement.

"It's probably time to say goodbye. It's certainly a good time."

Then he sat cross-legged on the spot, leaning on the military flag, and did his best to suppress the active crimson corruption within his body.

O'Neil then noticed a terrifying trend: the gaze from the goddess of corruption was growing stronger, focusing on him, perhaps seeking a target to possess...

Oh no, I've caused trouble for someone again.

On the other side, the Southern Army soldiers, who were busy eliminating the decaying creatures on the edge of the lake, were suddenly jolted by an inexplicable sense of unease that made them feel suffocated.

Edgar's gaze was fixed on the very center of the swamp.

"No matter what happens next, we must hold the line until His Majesty returns."

"As ordered."

Meanwhile, Frilian has returned to the Church of Corruption.

Compared to before, the corrosive and polluting power permeating the surroundings was now even stronger. Looking up, a red cloud was floating in mid-air, and the howling wind seemed to roar, unwilling to let the container it had its eye on be suppressed.

She weighed the pure gold needle in her hand. What a pity, she didn't have time to study it carefully. She had to act quickly.

With this thought in mind, Frillian walked over to Millison, who was still asleep and probably wouldn't wake up anytime soon, making it easier for her to insert the needle.

Suddenly the soil beneath my feet surged!

As the silver-haired girl dodged, a group of shrimp-like, corrupted creatures appeared, stretching out countless arms from the ground to envelop the sleeping girl and forcibly dragging her away.

We will never allow the object of our faith to be harmed; this is the stance of the crimson corruption.

Immediately afterwards, the same corrupt relatives emerged from all over the church, eyeing the church menacingly.

Each of them carries a large amount of putrefaction, which emanates from their bodies, making them veritable super-infectious sources spreading everywhere. They don't aim to kill them, but rather to delay them, which is very targeted.

"It's a swarm of pale insects. Don't fight them head-on, or you'll get contaminated... It's a pity, I wish I could help."

"Melina, it won't take long."

Gravity Ball!

Frilian preemptively threw out a Star Summoning Gravity Ball, sucking away all the corrupt followers who were trying to join in the fun on the outermost edge. They were then hit by her barrage of Broom Stars, instantly annihilating these enemies who were trying to surround and harass her.

Amidst the rumbling explosions, the Radiant Stone magic easily obliterated the target; the fragile familiar monsters were powerless to resist, and the ranks were forcibly split apart.

Millison's squad, which was being dragged along, lost its support.

They watched helplessly as the silver-haired girl ignored them, first cutting off reinforcements, and prioritizing the extermination of those in the distance who could easily escape.

Worm silk!

Suddenly, a large number of white silk threads covered the surroundings, which, under the powerful shooting force, were comparable to the thrusting of a spear.

With a flick of her wrist, the Moon Shadow Dance severed all the threads, but Frilian discovered that the blade was firmly stuck to it. These threads possessed exceptional toughness, extensibility, and stickiness, making them difficult to break free from.

The pale swarm of insects let out a joyful laugh.

But the next moment, the laughter stopped. The silver-haired girl didn't bother to shake off the threads. Instead, she pulled hard on all the threads and forcefully swung her knife. The ends, which were clearly stuck to various parts of the church, were easily overturned. It was as if she had pushed down a church with the strength of one hand.

Along with the dust and debris, sword energy was released, sweeping away flesh and blood.

They were all wiped out in a single encounter.

The exquisite swordsmanship, without harming Millison, cleaved all of her surrounding followers in two without any unnecessary movements.

The surviving insect swarm nearby still tried to retake it, but Frilian picked up the red-haired girl first and raised her staff high the next moment.

Crystallization scattering provides all-around, seamless coverage.

Centered on her, countless crystalline fragments were planted, leaving no foothold for the enemy. In the blink of an eye, the cliffs of the Corruption Church were covered with a crystal mine, shimmering in the sunlight, each one sharp and deadly.

Frillie is developing this magic according to the standards of the White Dragon Seath, with its main focus on attack.

Cleaned up.

The mere swarm of pale insects was nothing more than a minor ripple, easily undone. As a precaution, she conducted a wide-range magical sensing attack, but so far no new enemies were detected.

"In that case, let's hurry up."

After setting Millison down, she raised her pure gold needles and stabbed them into the decaying flesh.

As expected, the initial contact stopped the erosion of the originally red and decaying parts, and even showed signs of dilution, completely locking in that moment and greatly prolonging the process of decay and transformation.

As researchers, they certainly couldn't miss the opportunity to observe. The silver-haired girl carefully observed and even took notes.

At the same time, a round of healing magic was used to speed up the recovery. After the treatment, Millison stopped crying out in pain and fell into a peaceful sleep.

"The results are good; it would be great if it could be mass-produced."

Melina shook her head and said, "This is the masterpiece of the god Michaela, and it was already very rare. After his disappearance, it became even more unique, since it contains the power of pure law, and ordinary power cannot suppress the crimson corruption."

"Pity."

"Mikera is probably a gentle demigod like you. You both work hard for the well-being of various races, so you'll definitely have a lot in common when you meet again."

"Indeed, I am very interested in the person who created the Sacred Tree Paradise."

As they were talking, the girl in Frilian's arms coughed up blood, but her breathing became much easier. The power from the pure golden needles gradually flowed throughout her body, and she quickly recovered. There was no need to worry anymore; she could trust the will of a swordsman.

She opened her eyes groggily and whispered, "Thank you..."

"Get some rest first."

Frillian placed Millicent behind a rock and covered her with the blanket again before looking at the Corruption Lake.

boom!

A crimson pillar of light rose from the center of the swamp, stirring up the wind and clouds, and the heavens howled, as if some mighty power was about to descend.