Frilian at Elden Ring

Finally, all the corpses from the Ionian War in the Corrupted Lake emerged. They were all elites of their time, but had become pawns of the Outer Gods. When they came to the shore together, the lake water level dropped. It was a shocking sight, a lake filled with blood and flesh!

However, they had a contingency plan. The flying dragon and the earth dragon released flames together, forming a coordinated attack from the air and the ground, which resembled a wave of lava pouring down on the enemy and pushing them back.

"We've finally stabilized."

Alexander said with lingering fear, "I don't want to come face to face with corruption."

He looked at Blazer beside him, who nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, he paused slightly, as if reminded of something, and then took out a blue doll.

"Your Highness, what has happened?"

"Blaze, look to the northeast! That spirit witch is in danger!"

Upon hearing this, he quickly looked over, but could not sense the presence of a soul. However, he could clearly see a pool of blood appear out of thin air. A son of evil, dressed in a magnificent robe, appeared, raised his holy spear, and thrust it forward.

Melina, who was focused on the battle with Frilian, felt a gust of wind behind her. On instinct, she rolled over, and the sharp edge filled with cursed blood grazed her shoulder, leaving a wound.

Oops.

Although they dodged the fatal blow, the demigod's oppressive aura enveloped and locked them in the next moment, making them a new and formidable foe.

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The girl in the travel cloak quickly stepped back to create some distance.

Monger sneered: "Not bad reaction, you actually dodged it, and that divine aura... it seems you're not simple."

"who are you?"

Melina hadn't expected that she, as a spirit, could be injured so easily. The long-lost pain was hard to bear, probably due to some kind of cursed blood power.

"Don't be curious, you're dead anyway."

The next moment, his holy spear struck again. The unarmed witch had no choice but to roll away to dodge the attack. However, even the aftershock carried a sharp edge that could severely injure the soul. The opponent had come prepared.

The situation was unfolding rapidly, leaving no time for further thought, as the enemy's pursuit was relentless and relentless.

She barely dodged it, but the contamination had already stained her cheeks.

Is it possible to use prayer in my current state? I've never succeeded before. But Frilian mentioned the topic of using magic in a soul form, so I'll give it a try now.

The golden oath is erected.

A dazzling light enveloped the witch, and she used a healing prayer to restore her wounds, improving her condition compared to before.

The golden tree responded to Melina's prayer, its unfathomable power of faith resonating with her. Even Mongo, who was certain of his assassination, was slightly taken aback; his action, which should have been a pursuit, involuntarily stopped, replaced by boundless rage.

"Why do you and Marika smell so alike!"

"Whether it's that woman or you, you're both getting in the way and ruining the plan."

In his rage, he raised a trident and shouted, "Die!"

The cursed blood boiled, blotting out the sky and the sun.

The ray of golden light that had just risen from Melina was instantly swallowed up, abruptly interrupting the prayer.

Oh no! Immediately afterward, Monger lunged forward and unleashed a piercing strike!

clang!

The Holy Spear was actually blocked by a giant sword. It was Blaze who arrived just in time. Even though the cursed blood had damaged him, it still managed to block the fatal blow.

Dissatisfied with the result, Munger scoffed, "Who do you think you are... huh?"

A blue puppet floated beside the half-wolf, continuously unleashing various enhancement spells to provide support. Meanwhile, he drank a elixir to replenish his strength. This was the result of the siblings' coordinated attack; otherwise, it would have been difficult to withstand the onslaught of a demigod.

"thank you all."

Melina, still shaken, took a breath.

However, all three knew that the danger was far from over, and the unknown demigod in front of them was determined to interfere.

Monger unleashed his magic, no longer concealing it, fully releasing his demigod aura. Flowing cursed blood enveloped the surroundings, effectively surrounding the three resisting prey. What a coincidence! It's good to have one more Soul King to deal with.

No one can escape; let them serve as a sacrificial flag for the Blood Dynasty's upcoming army to march into battle.

His action caused the Lake of Corruption to boil over.

Following the sound, they saw that Frilian had actively dismantled all the barriers, defenses, and resistances. The Goddess of Corruption, who had been waiting for this opportunity, was overjoyed and tried to engulf her with a vortex.

"Very well, watch how I corrupt you—"

However, the silver-haired girl never looked directly at the goddess of corruption; instead, her gaze was fixed on something in the distance. What was it? Thunderclouds?

The sharp gaze also made Mung pause. Had he gone mad? Had he simply abandoned the defense against the Crimson Corruption in order to provide support? If so, then he had indeed achieved his goal.

But alarm bells were ringing in my mind.

Even though her body was already showing signs of infection amidst the thick decay, the oppressive aura was even stronger.

Crack!

A sudden spark of electricity flashed in the air, stirring up the wind and clouds, and thunder roared. Dark clouds hung in the sky, with flashes of incandescent light occasionally streaking across them.

All was silent, but thunder roared across the rivers.

Completely disregarding the crimson corruption afflicting her, Frilian assumed a javelin-throwing stance. Heaven responded with a bolt of lightning, a tree-like bolt of lightning solidifying into a single, powerful beam that seemed to reach the heavens and the earth.

As she wielded her weapon, it was as if a fire was burning, and a supreme king was expressing his majesty.

The lightning, carrying the surrounding magic, created an unstoppable siphon effect.

Sunshine gun!

Coming to his senses, Monger tried to hide in the blood, but Blazer tried to stop him, only managing to buy him a few breaths.

Taking advantage of the situation, the Goddess of Corruption intensified her pollution, and Frilian's skin turned even redder as she charged up. The two enemies were now working together in perfect unison.

"Catch him, Melina, don't let this guy get away, you only have one chance."

Upon hearing the shouts, a look of bewilderment flashed across the witch's face. What should she do? In her current state? Suddenly, a soft ray of lightning swept through the air.

She tried to touch it and found she could do so with ease.

"Having witnessed all the magic and prayers I've used, you can do it too. Come, seize him—"

Thunder gun!

Melina successfully used the prayer that already existed at the border, and under the guidance of the Sun Gun, a lightning chain formed, which forcefully wrapped around Munger's body, even sending a strong numbing sensation through him.

His expression changed drastically, and he struggled frantically, but it was too late.

In his fury, the thunder condensed into a giant phantom, and the crowned god-king assumed an attack stance, resembling an ancient battlefield scroll.

Frilian unleashed her longest-range, fastest, and most powerful attack, instantly striking Monger in the chest. The leaking lightning stretched for kilometers. The entire Lake of Corruption was struck by lightning, more densely than raindrops and louder than war drums.

The corrupt creatures and the Southern Army in the midst of the great battle felt a tingling sensation throughout their bodies, and their hair stood on end.

The thunderbolts dried the moisture in the air, evaporated the surface of the lake, and destroyed the target. At this moment, the Blood King was smoking and even fell to the ground as charred remains.

"Damn it, the clone's strength is still too weak."

The disheveled Mongols had no choice but to sink into the pool of blood to escape. The Sun Gun, having lost its target, exploded in golden light, indiscriminately scorching the land and leaving it covered in crystals.

The terrifying power of lightning also annihilated the blood nobles and a large number of corrupt soldiers hiding in the shadows, turning them into ashes in an instant.

This is the perfect way to break through the siege.

Even those who had witnessed it once within the Order of Bonds were deeply shocked; its power had increased. Those who saw it for the first time were even more speechless with awe. That power transcended magic; it was a force that could trigger the very rules of the world, far more than just lightning—it was a suppression that shattered all illusions.

As the aftershocks of the sun gun subsided, Melina quickly looked towards the lake.

Wow!

"Frilian, how are things on your end?"

But she watched helplessly as the thick fog of the Goddess of Corruption enveloped her figure, and the remaining corrupt soldiers swarmed forward, obscuring her vision. They relentlessly suppressed the silver-haired girl, whose old power had waned and whose new power had not yet emerged, and the magical fluctuations were weakening.

The magical consumption of the Sun Gun, which aims to severely damage demigod targets, is immeasurable, especially given its association with Crimson Corruption.

Melina knelt down with a thud, her eyes losing their light. It was all over. Could it be that she had dragged down the group of fading souls who had accompanied her all the way?

"It's alright," he shouted firmly, "it's just that we need to use a more radical approach now."

Even in the most critical moments, she never forgets to respond so as not to cause worry.

call!

In the middle, Frilian's aura actively absorbed the corruption.

She entered the fiery state once more, and in the blink of an eye, the heat swept in all directions. Even the Goddess of Corruption let out a shrill scream: "What kind of fire is this? Are you burning yourself and me as firewood?"

"Yes, but you'll burn it clean first."

"No, you will be the first to be corrupted by me and turned into a walking corpse."

Both sides, locked in a fierce struggle, realized the decisive moment had arrived. For Frilian, already infected, igniting the First Flame was the perfect choice to simultaneously eliminate and drive away the enemy. Meanwhile, the Outer Gods, to stop them, had to first erode the Outer Gods; now it was a point-blank confrontation.

Neither side was willing to concede to the other, so they stopped making any moves and decided to settle the matter with the simplest and most brutal clash of energy.

Even though everyone was worried, they had to keep their distance, because any direct corruption of the gods would cause a great disaster.

But should they just wait for the outcome?

From everyone's perspective, the center of the Corruption Lake is now a raised vortex, a hemispherical shape surrounded by terrifying corrosive energy, an absolute forbidden zone for life, where only the rotten cycle of reincarnation runs rampant.

What happened inside?

I knew nothing, only vaguely hearing intense magical friction and the sound of metal clashing. The battle was quite fierce, and Frilian's life force was not showing any signs of improvement.

She just revealed a fatal flaw while trying to save that person named Melina.

If this continues, who knows what might happen? If Soul King falls, the Southern forces will essentially disband.

"...So, are you all prepared?"

As Edgar asked his question, he looked around and saw a battle-hardened elite soldier step forward.

Those who stepped out of the battle formation were all seasoned warriors, including special troops such as limb-laying nobles and dragon eaters. They were all ready; this was a last-minute selection of the vanguard to form a suicide squad.

Meanwhile, the battle within the vortex intensified, and finally, a turning point occurred: