Frilian at Elden Ring

With a crisp clang, Frilian deflected O'Neill's attack with a single move using her Ringed Knight Sword, and then a beam of sword light slashed towards the Goddess of Corruption in the air.

Sure enough, it let out a painful scream.

This is soul magic and burning flames, modified by her specifically for types without a physical form.

However, an unexpected turn of events occurred. The manipulated O'Neill swung his spear at Frillie's body, which she easily dodged. But at the same time, corrupting creatures appeared beneath her feet, joining the encirclement. Instead of attacking, they firmly gripped her legs, and that momentary lapse in attention became a fatal flaw.

puff!

The sharp spearhead pierced through the sturdy breastplate. The meticulously crafted armor was ultimately corroded by the crimson decay, which was why the spearhead managed to penetrate so easily. At the last moment, she gripped it tightly with both hands to prevent it from piercing her heart and causing even greater trouble.

This is the first time Frilian has been harmed by such danger since entering the border area.

Now, we have no choice but to further mobilize the Primordial Flame, but without its suppression, the power of the Ancient Gods is restless, not to mention the corruption that continues to spread...

Hesitating, the erosion went further, almost completely covering the silver-haired girl.

The corrupt goddess, engulfed in flames, laughed in pain: "You're about to die; you're about to become my vessel."

"You're getting too excited."

Before she finished speaking, she was engulfed in flames, which enveloped her body before the crimson decay could even engulf her. The terrifying energy even exceeded the range of the vortex and soared into the sky.

The power struggle between the two sides was nerve-wracking. If Frilian won, that would be fine, but if the Goddess of Corruption really got a new representative, wouldn't that be a better fit than Malenia, since she prayed for corruption every day?

"Don't wait any longer, the Royal Guard will come with me to provide support."

"Our fate hangs in the balance. Today, we either defeat the Outer God or we all die."

Unable to bear watching any longer, Edgar took the lead by consuming all the Corrupting Moss Medicine. The limb-splitting nobles, earth dragons, and dragon eaters who followed him nodded in unwavering resolve, having already made up their minds.

We must not let anything happen to His Majesty under any circumstances.

"Everyone else, stay put. Strong individuals will emerge from among you in the future. If we are not up to the task, we can take our place. If it's time to retreat, then retreat."

After saying that, Edgar charged towards the lake, leading his army to fight their way into the vortex of corrupting energy.

"Well done."

Blazer laughed loudly and leaped from the hillside into the swamp, followed by Alexander, Teragos, and others.

Freya's elite Red Lions squad also plunged into the center of the lake without hesitation. At this moment, several plumes of smoke converged towards the very center of the battlefield. They no longer cared about pollution and were fighting with all their might.

They knew very well that if even the strongest Soul Kings became corrupted creatures, then it was game over, and everything would be over.

"A bunch of weirdos, are they just here to die?"

The Goddess of Corruption attempted to unleash her corrupting power to stop them, confident that she could annihilate them all.

Frilian moved faster, unleashing a burst of flame that interrupted her corrupting breath. Now there was no more crimson corruption left, and even the lake was almost drained dry.

Then let the puppet deliver the final blow with all its might.

With a sudden burst of strength, O'Neill pierced through the armor with his spearhead, and a soft thud could be heard from within the mist. The silver-haired girl finally lost her balance and fell to the ground. At this moment, the Goddess of Corruption was certain of victory. Indeed, by disrupting the energy within her target, she would explode on her own.

In an instant, He was frozen in place by an immense pressure, and the old general was equally motionless.

Who?

On the ground, Frilian's tattered white silver armor was replaced by black armor, and a black sun ring of fire slowly emerged from the center of her body, as if she had become a different person!

The power of the Lords of Cinder has come together.

The Goddess of Corruption saw a hint of nostalgia on the other's face, as if a long-lost power was being unleashed. It was clear that someone had used some trump card with a clear mind, even cleaning up the infected corruption along with it. This was bad; was this a complete failure?

No, quickly summon the corrupted creatures to expand the advantage, but they are held back by the suicide squad and cannot reach them.

Suddenly, both sides froze, sensing a reckless aura rushing towards them, faster than anyone else and ahead of all the reinforcements.

The red-haired, one-armed girl rushed towards them.

"Catch it."

A glittering object suddenly flew across the sky, so small it was almost invisible, yet it landed precisely in the center of the lake. A delicate hand emerged from the whirlpool and firmly grasped it—it was a pure golden needle.

After throwing it out, Millicent knelt weakly on the ground, only able to hold on for a few more moments without the acupuncture needles.

A small golden tree rises in the distance, its healing light shining upon Frilian's location.

Melina hadn't expected the spirit to be able to perform such a large-scale prayer. It was definitely the right choice to learn soul magic from her partner. Now, it was just a matter of whether she could stay safe.

"It seems we'll have to resort to conservative treatment."

Frillie smiled smugly, pried open O'Neill's spear, and stood up.

As her black armor dissipated, she quickly recovered, bathed in the light of the golden tree.

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Chapter 158 is unnecessary.

The support coming from all directions infuriated the Goddess of Corruption, but she couldn't stop the silver-haired girl in front of her from raising the pure golden needle.

With reinforcements nearby, the team was united in purpose.

"It feels like a great team adventure."

Frillie plunged a pure gold needle into her heart, and the corrosive power quickly receded. For an ordinary person, it would at most suppress the spread, but this body had considerable resistance and was not lacking in dispelling methods, so the effect went a step further: eradication.

The crimson corruption that had infiltrated was completely driven out, leaving not a single trace.

The restless blood of the ancient god Yharnam within me, and the dark soul of the First Flame, have finally fallen silent. You've really disappointed me; I won't go mad anytime soon.

Ping!

He took out his ring and used a counter-attack to force O'Neill back, then pulled out the spear that was stuck in his body.

Before he could even use the healing spell himself, he was first bathed in the golden light of the tree, and his wounds quickly stopped bleeding and healed. Moreover, he sensed a familiar presence within the light, as Melina was providing full support.

Frilian was now even more energetic and in perfect condition.

Now, with the pure gold needles in my body, I am no longer afraid of the crimson corruption, and all the injuries I just suffered have been healed, making me practically perfect.

In contrast, this last wisp of the Outer God's will, exhausted and near collapse, was teetering on the brink of destruction under the immense pressure.

She grasped the crimson aura.

O'Neill tried to stop it but was forced back by the Moon Concealed Blade's combat technique and was unable to close the distance. He could only watch helplessly as the power of a dignified god was absorbed in reverse.

"Wait, what are you doing? Do you want to purify the Ionian Swamp?"

"Correct."

Given the pure golden needles that isolate the corrupting power, what would happen if it were actively absorbed? It would be burned with a controlled Primal Flame, ensuring that Frilian's true form wouldn't be harmed. Moreover, there's now an excellent tool: the Ionian Flower.

The next moment, she grasped the giant scarlet flower, channeling a large amount of corrupting energy into it to act as a temporary storage medium, significantly reducing its corrosive power.

After this round of purification, the pollution's lethality is greatly reduced.

At the same time, reinforcements arrived, and the group surrounded the Goddess of Corruption and the last remaining puppet.

They successfully reunited.

However, they had no time to communicate, because a hysterical enemy was more difficult to deal with.

The crimson cloud representing the gods completely merged with O'Neill, and with a wave of his banner, hundreds more zombies rose up, though their power was not as great as O'Neill's.

"Quantity is meaningless in the face of His Majesty's full recovery."

After Edgar finished speaking, he looked at the silver-haired girl.

Fulilian: "..."

“Foolish mortal, she used all her magic to transfer my Crimson Corruption to the Flower Seal, how can she use magic? Although this feels terrible, it is still a good opportunity to kill you.”

"I only dare to take this risk with you all here. Please, I want to purify the Ionian Swamp in one go."

The silver-haired girl wielded a Ringed Knight's Straight Sword and a Greatsword of the Blade Skeleton, adopting an unprecedentedly close-combat stance.

"Your Majesty, the entire Southern Army is at your disposal at any time."

"In that case, the Red Lion Army will definitely provide full support."

Freya was the first to speak out.

As for Blaze, Alexander, and the others, needless to say, everyone admired the Lord of Souls' courage in coming to his aid despite the danger, let alone the others. Rather, it was the opportunity to participate in a battle that would be remembered for all time that stirred their emotions.

Melina said regretfully, "I'm sorry I held you back just now, but I successfully started the prayer, which should be of some help."

"It's okay, you've always been the person who has helped me the most."

The spellcaster who witnessed Frilian praying to the golden tree confirmed the guess: there really was an unseen spirit witch who had been sharing the joys and sorrows with His Majesty.

Ka!

Suddenly she pulled out pure gold needles from her body.

"This is not necessary."

The series of astonishing actions shocked both sides. Their own side almost thought that Soul King had gone mad, while the Goddess of Corruption discovered that the target's resistance had increased significantly. Could it be that the power of the golden needles had been fully utilized in such a short time?

Frillian threw it behind her, and the red-haired girl caught it firmly, reinserted it, and picked up a sharp sword.

"So the person who saved my life was a big shot. Can I join the campaign?"

"Of everyone here, only you and I have the highest resistance to corruption. Come on, Millison, let's settle this with swordsmanship today."

"it is good."

The corrupt god controlling O'Neill's body gave him a deep look, but two swordsmen stood in his way.

What a tragic fate! One is a demigod mage who has purified corruption like no other in thousands of years, and the other is the half of Malenia, the holder of the law of corruption. They are extremely incompatible.

So be it, all the grudges and feuds of the vast Gailed have converged here.

Offering everything to your door is an excellent opportunity.

O'Neill unleashed his final flag-fighting technique, rallying the remaining corrupt soldiers to fight with reckless abandon, resulting in a scene of carnage.

Even as their bodies were torn apart by Blaze's greatsword, they continued to charge towards the enemy; even with the Red Lions' spears piercing their bodies, their charge was undeterred; and as flames engulfed the Southern Army, they saw burning soldiers advancing...

The entire corrupt lake has gambled away all the energy it has accumulated over the years, going all in, and now there is only one goal left.

"Flillian."

Facing the venomous roar of the silver-haired girl, he gripped his twin swords tightly, his expression serious. Although the Stargazer's magic was exhausted, and even a sliver of it would be channeled into the Ionian Flower, he still possessed a legendary weapon and a top-tier weapon. The strong are not bound by their circumstances; that was enough.