Frilian at Elden Ring

The silver-haired girl stood on the cliff, gazing solemnly into the distance. Beneath the sky, shrouded in crimson decay, a flower of Ionia bloomed in the boiling lake—or rather, the flower once released by the Valkyrie Malenia had reappeared in the world.

The Outer God, representing the corrupt will, could no longer tolerate repeated failures.

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Chapter 156 The Crimson God of Corruption Descends.

Southern soldiers on the edge of the Ionian swamp immediately noticed that the water was rising rapidly, and the overwhelming stench of decay was almost enough to make them faint and their minds go blank.

"Quickly administer a large dose of the anti-corrosive medicine."

Edgar's stern reminder brought many people back to their senses, and they managed to withstand the pollution.

However, the lake waters showed a strong tendency to pursue, clearly not intending to let any life go.

"Fall back."

Fortunately, they didn't venture too deep at first, and still had a chance to retreat from the edge of the lake to avoid being swallowed up. Moreover, the army cleared away the decaying creatures in the surrounding area during this time, which made them feel somewhat safer.

But the next moment, events gave everyone another warning: a red beam of light burst forth from O'Neill's body, reaching the sky and the earth, visible for miles around.

A storm raged in the sky, filled with the stench of crimson decay.

Red Lion City serves as a wake-up call.

"A massive pollution outbreak is imminent. Everyone should prepare for isolation and immediately reinforce the fire wall."

Despite their tension, the officers performed their duties and made arrangements in an orderly manner.

The participants of the battle festival, who had traveled from afar, exchanged bewildered glances. Anyone who dared to challenge General Shattered Star was no coward; they possessed basic composure, but they couldn't help but discuss this strange phenomenon.

"I heard that the Soul King's army is stationed on the edge of the swamp. Could it be that some war has broken out?"

"They've caused so much trouble for the Crimson Corruption forces along the way, ruining at least a thousand years of progress. It's too late for them to lash out now."

The question is, which of the corrupt followers is strong enough to take revenge on a demigod?

The group discussed the matter animatedly.

Everyone admires the instigator who caused this big news. Others say that cleaning up pollution is just empty talk, but you, Frilian, are serious. You actually provoked the long-dormant Scarlet Corruption family. It is conceivable that the measures were effective.

Making enemies in this way goes beyond consideration of self-interest; it requires idealism, and one's actions reveal their true character.

Wow!

Suddenly, the shadow of the Ionian flower, along with its iconic petal energy, appeared in the sky.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines when they saw the culprit behind the pollution of Galid.

"The power of the goddess of corruption is about to descend."

Jellian's judgment silenced everyone present: "Either the Soul King wins, or this land will be shrouded in even more severe pollution."

"Therefore, we must also go into battle to provide support—"

These words immediately garnered a large following, their blood boiling with excitement at the call to action for the purification campaign initiated by the Soul King.

All the energy drifting in the sky converged on the figure in the center of the lake, which turned out to be a mass of crimson decay that forcibly entered O'Neal's body and took over it.

"I'm sorry, Frilian."

The muttering was swallowed up by the howling wind. This body had become the agent of the Outer God, and every move it made exuded the most terrifying corrosive and corrupting power in the world.

The next moment, he raised the flag high and plunged it into the water, creating a buzzing sound and spreading ripples.

Soldiers rose up wherever there was a ripple.

The Red Lions were identified by their armor features as the Corrupted Knights, but now they only have a new identity:

Decaying organisms.

The corpses that died in the Ionian Wars of yesteryear have formed a polluted breeding ground at the bottom of the lake. Now, they have risen up as terrifying warriors returned from hell, gathering around O'Neill's banner and marching steadily toward the southern army.

It doesn't look alive at all; it's just a group of moving puppets.

Beneath the armor, there were no traces of flesh, only grotesque flesh and blood formed from decay and parasites writhing in a manner mimicking its former appearance.

This scene was chilling; even the battle-hardened Edgar felt a cold sweat run down his spine.

"Prepare to attack!"

Despite the vast disparity in strength between the enemy and themselves, the Southern Army was no third-rate soldier that would crumble at the first touch. Facing the once-mighty Red Lions, the Respectful Knights fought without hesitation.

The first to engage were the aerial dragons and storm eagles, unleashing a barrage of fire on the front-line corrupt creatures.

Some of them turned to ashes.

However, a horde of decaying creatures eventually surged forward, only to be met by a wall of shields erected by the Southern Army, their rusty weapons utterly ineffective. Spears, repeatedly thrusting through the gaps, pierced flesh, easily shattering torsos.

To deal with these walking dead, they don't just touch them and leave; instead, they stir up their internal organs and thoroughly destroy their body's structure.

Pfft!

On the battlefield, there were repeated sights of soldiers whose bodies were too mangled to move, yet they continued to crawl, their mutilated bodies being devoured by decay, a truly horrifying scene.

The earth dragon was barely wiped out by erupting a burst of lava.

Edgar ordered, "Everyone, hold the line and focus on defense. Hold the line for now."

"General, there are still enemies!"

Following the sound, they were horrified to see an overwhelming army of corrupt creatures, a dark mass engulfing the land, forming a butcher's knife around the Ionian Swamp. It seemed that every monster that could be conscripted from the surrounding area had come.

Their combined numbers reached tens of thousands, and with the elite soldiers in the lake, their overall scale was enough to rival that of the Southern Army.

As if things weren't going to go wrong, the oppressive combo wasn't over yet.

Suddenly, O'Neill drew his banner and waved it against the crimson wind. Wherever it went, all the corrupt creatures emitted an even stronger aura, their attack and defense both enhanced. In one fell swoop, they broke through the Southern Army's front line with unstoppable momentum.

I never expected the old general's flag to be so effective. It was too late, so I had to use the back row to barely stabilize it.

Oh no.

Edgar originally planned to divert his forces to meet the oncoming horde of corrupt creatures, but now he was attacked from both sides. If he were surrounded, wouldn't he be doomed in no time?

He glanced at another commander, O'Neill, who wore a godlike disdain.

These lowly soldiers aren't worth bothering with.

Despite his anger, Edgar chose to take a steady and methodical approach, even personally leading the troops to prepare for the attack, mobilizing elite forces such as the Earth Dragons, Dragon Eaters, and Limb-Breaking Nobles to gather together.

"Our mission is to stop the enemy's advance in the lake at all costs. They are extremely corrupt. Are you ready?"

"Must win!"

The resounding words echoed in all directions.

The two armies then engaged in the most brutal close combat, where the passage of time was wasted amidst the flashing swords and clashing blades...

boom!

Suddenly, a signal flare rose brightly in the southern sky, signifying the arrival of reinforcements.

The ground rumbled and roared, causing even O'Neill to turn and look. A small squad was rapidly approaching from the direction of Red Lion City. The main army couldn't arrive in time and would have to wait, so they used the fastest warhorses to carry their elite troops.

Among them were Blaze the Half-Wolf, Alexander the Ironfist, Teragoth the Great Horned Knight, and some of the strongest vanguard in the Red Lions army.

We are the ones being attacked from both sides.

At the same time, a purple-white gravity ball streaked across the sky, and the silver-haired girl who flew to the battlefield on it crashed into the center of the lake.

"Frilian, you've kept me waiting."

A voice of anticipation came from the crimson cloud.

It's quite lively.

Frilian, rushing to the battlefield, quickly grasped most of the situation at a glance:

Overall, it's very dangerous. The corrupted creatures of the Corrupted Knights and the Red Lion Army are elite, and their large number of followers is enough to cause trouble for the 3 elite main force. Not to mention their special crimson corruption attribute, which makes them best at attacking large numbers of targets.

The only good news is that Red Lion City is providing support.

With these experts keeping a portion of the corrupt creatures in check, there's no problem, especially since we'll have the main force led by Lord Jellian to reinforce us later.

Why bother with such mundane things?

The crimson aura floating above O'Neill laughed: "I can see that you also possess the rank of a powerful deity."

"So what?"

"I am blessed by more than one god. Since you are so inclusive, can I be included?"

"You're nothing but a mediocre and disgusting source of pollution."

"what?"

When Frilian said this, all was silent. The boiling crimson corruption power seemed to freeze. Even she, who was usually devoid of emotion, felt a faint sense of anger. How dare she!

Those around him were both afraid and impressed. As expected of His Majesty, he actually dared to provoke an external deity in such a way.

But what does it mean that even the Goddess of Corruption acknowledges this position? She herself has admitted it; what kind of epic saga lies hidden within?

Upon hearing this, Melina looked at the silver-haired girl with concern; the burden she carried was far heavier than it appeared.

Not enough words to speculate.

The next moment, the old general O'Neill roared as he unfastened his armor, embracing the massive mass of crimson, corrupting power. His entire body swelled, becoming even more ferocious. His eyes had lost their luster, leaving only the madness unique to corrupt creatures and hatred for ordinary life.

His aura was more than ten times stronger than when he was exhausted, stirring the lake water, and some decaying creatures couldn't help but prostrate themselves on the ground and keep kneeling in worship.

Frilian solemnly took out the Rutherd Staff and the legendary sword Moonshadow.

Go all out.

“I will let you embrace the crimson corruption.”

The next moment, O'Neill pulled out the flag, the tip of which protruded like a spear, carrying with it a thick storm of corruption.

Its direct adversary was Comet Yazler, which required the most extreme and continuous energy output to ensure its safety. As it turned out, the enemy's encroachment failed.

The corrupt goddess controlling things behind the scenes wouldn't be disappointed by such a small matter and continued her pursuit.

Wow!

The lake water danced with O'Neill's movements, forming a vortex around himself, the banner serving as his command, the water and sky merging into one. He roared and unleashed waves, the lake water crashing down like the undulating mountains.