Frilian at Elden Ring

Not only that.

Arrows rained down from the high ground, a surprise attack from a vertical direction that threw the Blood Dynasty army into disarray. Who on earth is now venturing into the battlefield? They used to be the ones ambushing others.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a bald man standing on the cliff with his hands on his hips.

Surrounding them were a mere hundred or so ragged bandit archers.

"Patch Mercenary Group reinforcements! Old friend, aren't you surprised?"

"What perfect timing!"

"Frilian, once you've taken down General Shattered Star, you'll have to pay me even more. You know I've gone on a long and arduous expedition."

"Don't worry, I'll give you a friendly price."

The silver-haired girl glanced at him and said, "Say hello to Bernal while you're at it."

She looked toward the spot where the combat skills instructor was hiding.

Previously, due to my limited experience in the border region, I thought any enthusiastic fading spirit I encountered possessed demigod-like strength, and I overestimated Grek. Now, thinking back, he definitely has a story to tell, a significant background, and involves the forces behind both sides, so it's not just a simple act of spreading the word.

The white-armored man behind the giant rock on the cliff sighed and laughed:

"Even though I concealed my presence to this extent, I still got caught? Good eye. You shouldn't have been so conspicuous, Patch."

"It would be bad if Frilian thought that the newly joined strong people were trying to take advantage of the situation."

Bernal preferred the pure moments when everyone was together, but Patch waved his hand dismissively.

"She won't mind, she'll just give it her all."

boom!

As expected, with a loud bang, the silver-haired girl broke through the defense with the Heimer's Hammer. The new magic, which she had never used before but was effective, caught her opponent off guard. She deflected Monger's Holy Spear while enduring the blood curse and condensed a tracking soul crystal at point-blank range.

Sharp crystals pierced his body, accompanied by a shocked expression: "Why didn't the blood curse work? At least it made you bleed all over just now."

"Because my soul-splitting spell is also evolving, your methods are meaningless; at least this clone is insignificant."

"How shameless—"

The blood mark boiled again, but the crystal that had pierced the body suddenly became sharp and stabbed.

Even the physical strength of a demigod was torn apart, blossoming into crystallized forms while constantly distorting the structure of life, allowing Munger to clearly feel that it was gradually transforming into something else, including a soul.

This is bad; this is also a curse-level attack.

He wouldn't give up easily. He grabbed Frilian's staff with both hands and used the cursed blood to corrupt her, and the two entered into a struggle.

"Go to hell!"

However, as soon as Monger made a move, Lani's Dark Moon struck him in the chest.

With a tremendous impact, the silver-haired girl transformed her staff into a sword, its sharp edge piercing flesh and creating a gash with a soft "plop." In a daze, he seemed to witness a snow-white, scaleless dragon roaring—it was the Soul King recreating the magic of his defeated foe.

The next moment, crystal breath suddenly bloomed within the body of a weakened demigod, and the merciless Freyren detonated the energy.

At the same time, she used soul attacks to penetrate deeper, doing her best to find the connection between Monger's body and his true form.

Far away in the underground palace.

An ancient, wronged soul appeared in the sky above the Blood Dynasty, murmuring, "Found it, it's right here."

boom!

Monger easily broke through the clone's last perspective, bringing bad news: as he fell, his breath had not yet ended, and with a wave of the silver-haired girl's hand, he flew towards the Blood Dynasty army, annihilating thousands of soldiers in one blow.

"Although I dislike the cruel experiments of the White Dragon Hiss, its crystal magic is indeed quite sophisticated and has been successfully established. See you later, Blood King."

The disappearance of the clone on the sand dune signifies the departure of a demigod.

After defeating her enemy in one move, Frilian wiped the sweat from her forehead, as recreating the essence of the White Dragon's Breath was no easy feat.

The reason for expending more magic is to use the connection between crystals as a marker; otherwise, the local abilities of ordinary border areas would be easily dispelled, so it's better to use the special magic of the Dark Souls world.

She stared coldly in the direction the enemy had disappeared, and at the enormous magical spectacle that remained behind.

Although the body has dissipated, the thousands of meters of crystalline branches that stretch out like towering ancient trees are still incredibly awe-inspiring and leave people speechless.

What a winner!

They guessed that Soul King would have the advantage, but they didn't expect him to eliminate one so quickly.

Even with Lani holding Rataen back, it doesn't mean they're safe. It's a perilous opportunity, but they ultimately defeated the Blood King.

"May Your Majesty be victorious!"

The Southern Army couldn't help but cheer continuously, their morale soaring.

Although whether they can achieve complete victory remains to be seen, it doesn't stop them from charging fiercely at the Blood Dynasty's army with all their might. Their power surges, their roars are like thunder, and their iron hooves trample over the monsters' corpses.

Everywhere, the flags of Stoneville fluttered in the wind, crisscrossing the city along with the sound of horns.

Edgar pressed his advantage, setting fire to the central banner. Without this signal, the Blood Nobles immediately lost their formation.

They tried to escape but found themselves lost.

With an army of over 5 men scattered across the mountains and fields, once the systematic information transmission is lost, the isolated ones are like headless flies, unable to discern their direction.

Yes, people can get lost in a crowd, let alone in the chaos of a battlefield.

Click!

Before they could even see clearly, the Red Lion Army soldiers roaming the perimeter charged in on horseback, their spears piercing through a bloodied knight's breastplate with overwhelming force, killing him instantly. This continued, relentlessly eliminating the insignificant enemies.

Both being experienced commanders, Jellian knew how to cooperate and led the Red Lions Army to continuously eliminate any remaining fugitives.

As for the Son of Platinum, there are hardly any left.

They were inherently fragile, and most of them were lost in the aftershocks of Frilian's magic, which could destroy the world at any time. However, they were not afraid of clearing out the minions when fighting the Soul King.

"Retreat immediately."

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the Blood Dynasty army had no choice but to do everything in their power to break through the encirclement.

The Blood Knights were met by the elite Dragon Eaters, who were attempting a breakout, and the Ritual Challengers. A fierce battle erupted on one side of the battlefield, the most brutal of all. One side was desperately trying to retreat, while the other was determined to stop them; naturally, both were giving it their all.

However, compared to the war between demigods, this was nothing; the other side was already in a fierce battle.

In an effort to end the battle as quickly as possible, Frilian unleashed a barrage of deadly moves, including Soul Torrent, Chaos Flame, and Angelic Light Pillar, each dealing elemental damage.

She specifically chose magic that didn't exist in the border region.

Ratahn was forced to retreat repeatedly by this heavy blow, only managing to hold on thanks to the rapid repair of the Great Rune within his body; otherwise, he would have already been defeated.

It's the limit.

Simple magical attacks would be fine, but then there's Lani's Dark Moon.

Princess Moon's exorcising magic and Soul King's endless tricks complemented each other perfectly. Now he was facing two opponents, and he quickly showed signs of weakness, gradually becoming powerless.

"I'll send you away today."

Having just defeated Monger's clone, Frilian's momentum only intensified. With her mind and body at their peak, the high energy expenditure brought her intense concentration, making each spell more exquisite and unstoppable than the last.

A single spark can burn the earth; even gravity cannot save it.

A single Soul Torrent can ignore defenses and deal true damage with unprecedented penetrating power.

A beam of light swept across, leaving several wounds on Ratahn's body; the speed was so fast that he couldn't react at all...

happy.

Even with only instinct remaining, he couldn't help but smile, feeling extremely satisfied. It had been many years since he had encountered such a formidable enemy. The war was even more exhilarating than the Ionian War, because Malenia began to look for opportunities to retaliate towards the end, showing more decisiveness than genuine engagement.

However, Frilian had only one principle: offense. And it was never the same, she was fearless in one-against-many situations, and she would unleash her full magical power the moment she attacked.

Every move she made put pressure on Ratahn.

For the first time since becoming the Shattered Star General, he was at a disadvantage in a head-on attack.

The wounds were piling up, his soul was in excruciating pain, blood kept flowing, his body was limp, and even the greatsword that had accompanied him in battle was becoming heavy... He was finding it increasingly difficult to resist, but it wasn't like he hadn't fought a losing battle before.

"Roar!"

With a roar, Ratan once again used Starcall to actively confront Frilian, clashing the silver-haired girl's staff with the sharpness of his greatsword.

"Trying to destroy my staff?"

Unfortunately, being always cautious, she immediately noticed and nimbly stepped on the sword to dodge the rock ball.

Despite being able to control the rhythm of the battle even in such a fierce fight, Frilian has now switched to a flexible offensive.

You can't go toe-to-toe with a weapon that's only a hair's breadth away from being fully upgraded.

However, this was beyond her control. Ratahn recklessly unleashed his full power to summon stars, ignoring even the radiant stone magic striking him, relying solely on his armor and physical body to withstand the attack. Finally, an opportunity arose—

Whoosh!

The greatsword slashed at the slender meteorite staff, but in an instant it transformed into a katana.

The moment their figures crossed, Frilian's blade shattered, but a Shattering Star Greatsword was also knocked away and landed far away, where it was firmly stuck in the ground and remained motionless.

The tactical choice was correct, but she underestimated her own strength. She is currently in a better position.

"And you were a beat too slow because of it."

Suddenly, Ratan stopped moving, staring blankly at his warhorse, motionless. Having survived the aftermath of the battles fought by four demigods, his companion in the army had finally perished, dying from exhaustion, carrying its master even in its final moments.

It's a pity that I can no longer fight alongside General Shattered Star and will not see the outcome of this battle.

He held the warhorse's corpse in his hands for a long time in silence, his face filled with grief.

Besides switching back to her dual staffs, Frilian behind him made no other moves, waiting for Ratan to say goodbye first, and quietly witnessed the event.

"Back then, my elder brother learned gravity magic so that he could ride that skinny horse into battle; it was his good comrade-in-arms."

Lani's tone was melancholy.

"I would also be disappointed if something happened to Torret."

Upon hearing this, the spirit in the Spirit Horse Whistle showed a hint of excitement, pleased with Frilian's recognition, after all, they were indeed close partners who had come together all the way.

"I have a feeling that this is my elder brother's final fate in battle..."

"You should stay away, Lani. Your doll is very fragile."

"Ah."