Frilian at Elden Ring

Beside him, Millison stood with one arm holding a sword, her eyes narrowed, her sharpness fully revealed, and her imposing sword aura was released without reservation.

She was originally a little injured, but thanks to the healing effect of the little golden tree, she has fully recovered.

The others restrained the corrupt soldier while moving away.

They all understood that an epic battle would continue here. Don't think that Soul King would become weaker without magic; on the contrary, he would adopt a fighting style never before seen by the world.

Whoosh!

The spear pierced through like a dragon, leaving a long arc that struck directly at Frillie. At the same time, O'Neill kept a close eye on his enemy, ready to counter any change in tactics. However, his opponent neither dodged nor evaded, using the broad blade of the Greatsword as a shield to block the attack. The head-on collision sent a jolt through O'Neill's wrist.

What kind of power is this? Is it a dragon?

The next moment, she kicked the greatsword away, flicked it upwards past the old general's ear, and then closed in with a low stance, sword in hand, using the hound's footwork.

The Moon Concealed Blade, hidden within the sword's remains, released its sword light.

The strike landed precisely on O'Neal's chest armor, focusing on penetrating the armor; the wound was shallower than expected.

Flowing water sword technique.

Millison's blade flashed like clear, flowing water, yet it was filled with killing intent. As it danced, it enveloped its target, instantly drawing blood. At this moment, the Goddess of Corruption felt her control being thwarted.

O'Neal's will is gradually awakening, so it's become three against one!

Flowing water never stagnates, and a frequently used door hinge never rusts. This sword technique emphasizes the ceaseless flow of life, never stopping, and persevering in the struggle; it has even been said to have the power to seal away the crimson corruption.

Did Frilian anticipate this all along?

"Pretty!"

Even Frillian, who had seen countless sword techniques, admired Millison's swordsmanship, finding it quite profound and unique.

Of all the powerful figures I've seen in the borderlands so far, very few have a systematic style or school of thought. This person, however, clearly possesses a long and profound lineage, and his sense of coordination and integration is something that ordinary people do not have.

"Thanks to you for creating this opportunity for me, your skills are excellent."

Her impression of this fragmented king was that he was proficient in all weapons, and his style changed with the weapon he used. He could adjust his skills according to the weapon he used, and there were also traces of other styles.

Only through thorough understanding and mastery can one achieve this; it must have involved unimaginable combat training.

The two exchanged a glance before launching their attack.

Whoosh.

Two slender figures blocked O'Neill's movement, leaving him only able to parry. He couldn't outmaneuver Frillian's exaggerated greatsword and strength, and was also constantly attacked by the legendary sword, Moon Shadow.

She single-handedly suppressed the corrupt and strengthened old general, and even when she encountered a counterattack, she could bounce it back.

Oh no, don't attack rashly or you'll be bounced off balance.

However, focusing solely on defense will only worsen the situation.

Whenever she had the chance, Millison would unleash her Flowing Sword Technique, each attack coming from a tricky angle.

She perfectly coordinated with Frilian's frontal attacks and defenses, advancing in unison with each move, faster and sharper, her blood boiling, recalling and putting into practice all those endless sword techniques.

This is the first time I've ever been in this state since I can remember. Thanks to you, I can stand here and fight a thrilling battle as a swordsman.

A balance of strength and gentleness.

The two players' combined offensive efforts effectively suppressed O'Neal for a time.

"What a useless, worthless puppet."

Now that things have come to this, the Goddess of Corruption simply takes complete control of this body, allowing it to undergo a true transformation into a corrupted organism. The next moment, her body radiates a crimson aura that expands to a whole size.

Now his strength is enough to rival Frilian's, and the physically weak Millison dares not attack easily.

O'Neil, transformed into a ferocious beast, stirred up a storm.

A single step cracked the earth, revealing rocks at the bottom of the lake. A banner swept across, whipping up dust and pollution; no one could stand in the storm. That terrifying physique ignored the sword wounds, which no longer bled but instead exuded an aura of decay, adding to its ferocious and horrifying appearance.

The only thing that could keep up with the pace was Frilian's parry and counterattack, and Millison could often deal some damage and dispel corruption during the gaps.

The two sides entered into a fierce battle, neither giving an inch, and only extreme attacks remained.

Boom!

The shockwave even engulfed the corrupt soldiers, but it was clear that a crimson aura rose from their bodies and merged into the giant Ionian flower.

And it is now under the control of Frilian.

"He still has this much strength even when he's distracted by absorbing the Crimson Corruption."

Freya murmured, "She certainly has the qualifications to compete with Lord Rataen. It's something to look forward to."

"Don't think about that now, the priority is to survive."

Edgar was panting heavily.

Even after continuously slashing the Corrupted Knight puppet, he was still exhausted.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems like he's been fighting non-stop since joining Galid, and his boss is just too intense.

Although the Southern Army had taken a break and rested for a while, the accumulated fatigue, coupled with the need to carefully combat the Scarlet Corruption, left them somewhat exhausted and in a very dangerous situation. They had to carry out the encirclement operation with extreme caution.

Fortunately, my teammates were reliable.

At this moment, Melina's little golden tree's radiance expanded further, covering every corner of the battlefield, as if responding to her desire to help Frilian, the magic of her prayer reaching its peak.

Following the Soul King's renowned healing magic, the Southern Army's second healing mage has emerged.

It essentially compensates for the lack of wide-area group healing when Frilian is unable to attend to others.

With this layer of insurance, Blazer, Alexander, and the others could unleash their full potential without worrying about injury, feeling completely safe.

"—Lord Jielian has arrived."

Woo!

At the same time, the bugle call sounded, and the Red Lion Army's banner fluttered in the wind. The main force, which had concentrated the city's resources, arrived and, in the hands of the battle-hardened acting city lord, transformed into a sharp blade, plunging into the swarm of corrupt creatures amidst billowing dust.

Their addition directly signaled a shift in the balance of power.

Encouraged by this, the Southern Army pressed their advantage, with thousands of troops working together to force the monsters into a series of defeats.

Since today presents a potentially good opportunity to purify the lake of corruption, we must not let it slip by, and we must secure this victory no matter the cost.

Uphill in the distance.

The avatar of Munger, watching the carnage, revealed a mocking smile: "Is this all the corrupt Outer Gods are made of?"

He had already healed the injuries inflicted by the Sunlight Gun and was preparing to launch another surprise attack, but now was not a good time. The most threatening of them all, Frilian, seemed unable to use magic, but her combat abilities were almost unaffected.

He is a battle mage like General Shattered Star, and regardless of his style, he has reached the level of a demigod.

We should thank the goddess of corruption for probing out one of her trump cards.

Moreover, by not using magic, I gained the opportunity to control the Ionian flower. The crimson decay that constantly absorbs in the center of the lake can be purified or used as a weapon. What if I accidentally slap it on myself?

Use what's useful.

This has always been Frilian's style.

It's pointless to use her against the corrupt goddess, but it's a different story against herself. She's in great shape now, so she'd definitely dare to use her.

Whatever.

"Today isn't a good opportunity; the army isn't fully assembled yet. Let's meet again next time."

Monger glanced at the lake and it disappeared.

It's not appropriate for the Blood Dynasty to make its appearance now. Let these guys have some fun for a while, allowing the corrupt creatures to weaken them, making it easier to launch a sneak attack later during the battle festival.

Lord Jellian's army completely tipped the balance of power in favor of humanity.

The corrupt creatures fell one after another, firmly surrounded and sealed off, their struggle now akin to that of trapped beasts. Their complete eradication was only a matter of time, and the long-standing struggle was finally about to end.

The enraged goddess of corruption attempted to launch an attack, only to find that all the accumulated lake water had dried up.

"You've really been a great help. Now that I've killed you, there will be no more pollution."

Frilian gripped the Ringed Knight's Straight Sword tightly, wreathed in flames, which contained a trace of the burning First Flame.

"It's a beautiful thought."

She controlled O'Neill's charge, but unexpectedly, a red figure flashed through her blind spot. This time, it was Millison acting as the front line to confront him head-on. The sword energy, like water birds dancing wildly, swept away the crimson decay in all directions, and then deflected the spear with another sword.

The perfectly timed rebound that disrupts the target's balance is something I just learned from my comrade.

At the same time, Frilian seized the opportunity to thrust her sword out.

click!

The fiery blade pierced straight through O'Neill's chest, and sure enough, the Goddess of Corruption let out a scream. The burning of the First Flame was enough to cause the evil Outer God immense pain.

This wisp of thought quickly fled, along with the sense of pressure dissipating into nothingness.

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Chapter 159: Name Change.

Frilian, having sheathed her Ringed Knight's straight sword, gazed intently at the northern border, for only she had noticed the direction in which the Goddess of Corruption had fled.

Could it be the presence of Malenia, the goddess who holds corrupt laws?

"Cough cough!"

A cough interrupted my thoughts. Before me lay O'Neal, half-kneeling, barely holding on to his flag, on the verge of death. He was dying, but his eyes held only calm, a hint of relief on his face.

"His name is O'Neill, the original holder of the Pure Golden Needle, and a former general of the Holy Tree Army..."

"Your Majesty, there's no need for introductions. I didn't do anything wrong, but instead caused a great disaster."

"Thank you."

Millicon said sincerely, "And there's something familiar about you. Have we met before?"

"I guess so."

Upon hearing this, Frillie raised an eyebrow. It seemed the old general had clearly guessed something special about him, but she suppressed her curiosity and performed her healing, leaving the two of them alone. Even saying one more word would make up for the regret.

After basking in the sun for healing, O'Neill's complexion regained a little color, but it was just a temporary respite.

"That last move, Water Bird Dance, was really impressive, Millison. You're capable of handling things on your own now. What are your plans for the future?"