Frilian at Elden Ring

"So that's how it is. I almost forgot the original color of the sky."

The sky above the Ionian Swamp—no, it should now be called the Ionian Depression—seemed to have been pierced open, scattering the light of the Golden Tree and twinkling stars.

People gazed wistfully into the distance. If General Rataen sealed away the stars, then Frilian allowed Gailed to see the stars again. Fate will eventually turn, but we must always look forward; the borderlands are changing.

The Lani doll on Blazer's shoulder gazed for a long time, the twinkling stars revealing the fate of the Kalia royal family.

good omen.

At least it gives people a sense of certainty.

Looking at Frillie, who was immersed in magical research, the crimson power blew through her silver hair. An ordinary person would have been terrified, but she smiled with interest.

Lani had to admit that you were the purest magician researching magic on the borderlands.

"There might be an earthquake soon, everyone be careful."

Before the words were even finished, the earth rapidly faded in color, losing its crimson hue, as if a tide was gathering towards Frilian's location.

She is summoning crimson corruption.

The energy instantly triggered massive tremors, rumbling and sending sand and dust flying like surging waves. However, everyone welcomed it without flinching, witnessing it all flow into the Ionian Flower controlled by Frilian.

Such outrageous behavior has actually led to the active absorption of even wider-ranging crimson corruption.

Those who witnessed the whole thing are now stunned. "Audacious" is an understatement. This is the ultimate spirit of a magic researcher seeking the truth, who has long since disregarded danger.

You're ruthless.

It's estimated that even the Goddess of Corruption didn't expect someone to interrupt her corrupting influence in this way; the situation has reversed.

"Now I will put away the Ionian flower; its history of blooming in Gaelid should come to an end. Right? I wonder if the gods are still around."

The crimson decay roared, but a wisp of the Outer God's obsession dispelled it.

Frillie made a gesture of clasping her hands together, and the huge red flower bud immediately shrank, as if silk were flowing between her fingers. There was no sense of threat; it just felt like putting away a handkerchief.

She succeeded.

In fact, even the caster himself did not expect the Ionian flower to be so absorbent, with an exaggeratedly large capacity.

Upon further reflection, Frillie realized:

Having been controlled by Malenia, the Goddess of Corruption, and himself, and having been immersed in the lake water for five thousand years, this flower is far superior to any random byproduct of the Crimson Ionia that he possesses; their properties are worlds apart.

Although she could repeatedly use the Crimson Corruption to enhance its properties, why not use what's readily available? Now she has another trump card.

Moreover, the body's resistance to it has increased significantly.

"Could it be that a portion of the healing power of the pure gold needle has merged with mine...?"

The new discovery about Frilian is a pleasant surprise, meaning she'll be more agile when facing the Goddess of Corruption next time. Similarly, her purification effect on Crimson Corruption has also been strengthened, representing a possibility:

Weaponization.

She carefully examined the flower, now shrunk to the size of her palm. This was a spell she had once been hesitant to use, but now she had fewer reservations, as its practical value had increased.

It can't be used recklessly in border areas, but it's a different story when facing demons in reality.

It will be necessary to record the data carefully at that time.

Watching the silver-haired girl play with the Ionia flower with such enthusiasm, everyone felt a mix of emotions. No wonder she was the number one mage; she was always interested in all sorts of strange and unusual things. It was obvious she was plotting a new way to use it, and a powerful weapon was about to take shape.

Then Frilian carefully put it on her ponytail, just like the headdress on the other end.

Wearing just one flower originally looked a bit out of place, but now it's complete.

Aside from its imposing aura, it also exudes a deadly eeriness. Those who know about the crimson corruption would tremble with fear. The rumors are true; some would actually dare to wear it on their heads.

Impressed.

Who knows more about magic research than you? Your reckless dedication is unparalleled.

"So it's over?"

Millison was the calmest of them all, so she asked crisply, "If you successfully resist the Crimson Corruption, then I can also gain some experience, right?"

"You can definitely do it, but I'm still a little short on what I need to do."

As soon as she finished speaking, Frilian bent down, held the Rutherd Staff, and plunged the end into the soil of the depression, instantly unleashing a surge of magic that shot straight into the sky.

boom!

The exaggerated, materialized energy resembled a column of smoke that swept across the heavens and earth, unstoppable and magnificent.

The silver-haired girl knelt on one knee, leaning on her staff, her face lowered as if in meditation, intently squeezing out every last bit of magic power to supply the ground.

Is this not over yet?

At this point, no one could think of anything left worth the Soul King's continued involvement, even though the Lake of Corruption was now history. Only the Southern Army immediately grasped the intention, since His Majesty did this in every region he entered Galid.

"Do you know what His Majesty is doing?"

"Don't worry, it's very safe, and you're about to witness the most beautiful scenery—"

The fragrance of flowers spread first, and some soldiers felt unfamiliar at first, but then they recalled the scent of flowers in their long-forgotten memories. Yes, could it be that they have all returned?

The next moment, several flowers sprouted from beneath Frillie's feet and swayed in the wind.

At first, they were very fragile and few in number, as if a gust of wind could uproot them, but they resolutely grew strong.

They spread out in concentric circles, quickly forming a colorful carpet around the silver-haired girl.

Ripples of flowers.

Along with the fragrance came a continuously spreading flower field. Although progress was slow and difficult, the flowers had indeed replaced the previously barren soil and bloomed tenaciously.

"It's a bit difficult; the area here has been eroded too severely."

Frillie murmured, "Then let's add some strong medicine."

Fragments of the main trunk of the Elden Ring have emerged.

The great rune in mid-air exuded a majestic and surging aura, its light enveloping the silver-haired girl, and with this assistance, the speed of the flower field magic noticeably increased.

The power symbolizing the rules of the world was indeed formidable, easily repairing the damage that the Crimson Corruption had done to the soil. Combined with the Flower Field Magic, it quickly spread out a larger sea of ​​flowers, covering most of the Ionian Swamp in the blink of an eye, with petals fluttering everywhere.

"it is true!"

"These are the flowers we have seen while we are still alive. Praise be to Your Majesty."

To onlookers, the scene transformed into a kaleidoscope of colors in the blink of an eye, replacing Galid's distinctive crimson ugliness with a vibrant, thriving vista.

Frilian drank a magic potion to replenish her energy.

The intense battle just now wasn't enough for her to use her full strength; now she must go all out.

The reason for repairing the Ionian Swamp is the threat from the Goddess of Corruption. If she uses this as leverage, it will be troublesome. As the toughest nut to crack with the most concentrated crimson corruption energy, we can only feel at ease after we've tackled it.

Moreover, with this example set, subsequent repairs would be easier, which is why Frilian pushed her magic to the limit.

Flower Field Magic Unleashed in Full Power.

The flower field that had covered most of the lake just moments before now stretched across the mountains and fields. The great power of the Great Rune had created a sea of ​​flowers, a riot of colors as far as the eye could see. The caster himself was enveloped in flowers and vines before slowly rising up.

She casually brushed the petals off her body, shook off the vines from her staff, stretched, and sighed:

"It's a pity that it has reached its limit. If there were a second large rune, it would be a qualitative change."

"However, the magic consumption and the area of ​​effect are worth recording..."

Frillie showed no airs of having just accomplished a great feat; she was already plotting her next move. By then, the witnesses had only just come to their senses. Was this the end?

I thought a flowerbed would be enough, but it turned out to be a sea of ​​flowers. The miracle she created gave the Galid region the most important thing:

hope.

"Praise be to the great Majesty!"

"We won. We defeated the corrupt gods and restored the Ionian Swamp."

The Red Lions were deeply moved. They hadn't expected their long-awaited salvation to be realized in the hands of a strange, fragmented king. Their eyes were fervent, their hearts filled with awe. What could they possibly do in return? Only loyalty. However, with General Ratahn still alive, it would be too awkward to rashly pledge allegiance.

Don't overthink it, just enjoy the moment.

Besides the falling petals, the corpses of some decaying creatures turned to ashes, and without the crimson aura to sustain them, they ultimately returned to nothingness.

At this moment, thousands of troops bowed to Frilian, and Jellian promised: "We will fully support Your Majesty's actions in the Galid region. Please give your orders."

"Give me a detailed map and all the magic books."

Being polite is not her style; rather, such a clear answer is reassuring.

"clear."

"Another point is that I think the names Ionia Swamp and Corruption Lake are outdated and need to be changed."

Suddenly, Frillie had a brilliant idea.

"I'll listen to you. It's definitely time to change to a new name to represent a fresh start."

"This area is low-lying and will eventually turn back into a lake, which will be called Flower Field Wetland and Melina Lake."

160

Chapter 160 Meteorite Staff and Rock Ball.

Stoneville City.

Banners fluttered atop the high walls, which were densely packed with crossbows and catapults, armed to the teeth, ready to guard against any corrupting creatures that might appear from the direction of Galid.

Meanwhile, Stormhawks circled overhead, occasionally letting out cries.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a storm eagle emerged from the clouds at top speed, its high-pitched cry seemingly announcing the escalation of the battle.

It easily flew to the special watchtower on the city wall, where messengers immediately untied the letter. Based on the insignia on the messenger, it could be roughly confirmed that the messenger came from the Galid region, the front line battlefield, and was from the general's main force.

The above three points are important enough.

Although His Majesty is known for his elusive and unpredictable teleportation, he should at least be present when they are jointly conquering a territory.

Therefore, Edgar's intelligence directly represents Frilian's latest achievements.

"Go quickly to the throne room."