Frilian at Elden Ring

[A combat technique where the swords are crossed, pointed towards the sky, and a roar is emitted, using gravitational waves to pull the enemy closer.]

[Activated again, it allows for a striking motion using a sword imbued with gravity.]

I've witnessed Frilian's basic performance in battle; it is indeed powerful. However, it doesn't fit her fighting style overall. She could also do it with magic, so she needs to be sidelined.

"Not satisfied?"

Melina asked.

"There are some, but level 9 enhanced weapons are extremely rare, so what's there to choose from?"

"In short, congratulations, and it's very symbolic, a true symbol of the Red Lions. You can try to see their attitude later."

Melina had been considering the rule for this inexperienced king. Although her partner recognized the need for the Red Lions' submission, a smooth transition was also important, and the aftermath needed to be considered.

Upon hearing this, Frillie nodded, knowing full well that the recovery of the land, which was in dire need of rebuilding, still required considerable effort.

Click!

At this moment, the corpse of Ratahn in front of him began to collapse. His body, which had been contaminated by crimson decay for many years and suffered severe damage, shattered at the slightest touch, and many more turned into dust and disappeared into the wind.

All was silent, even the opponents watched in silence, feeling a touch of melancholy at the departure of the strongest demigod.

The one who will inherit the title is the Soul King, and a great deal of runes will be given to the victor.

"Is a new module about to be triggered?"

Once a demigod-level rune is refreshed, Frilian will gain some extra functions, such as automatic loot pickup, treasure maps, and save points, which are very useful. She was able to achieve the perfect ending in the previous worlds without them.

However, before she could examine it closely, the ground began to rumble and roar, cracking open a huge chasm, and the land was rapidly decaying as if it were about to sink into the sea.

Jelian shouted, "Your Majesty, the erosion here is too severe; there may be secondary disasters."

"Is it because of Ratahn's Crimson Corruption?"

"That's right. He himself is a super pollutant, having been directly attacked by the Ionian flowers. He's been suppressed by the general for years, but now he can't hold on any longer. We tens of thousands of people may all be submerged—"

"Let me try."

Before she finished speaking, Frilian suddenly plunged the two staffs into the ground, each amplified and strengthened by a large rune.

An unprecedented, full-power flower field magic instantly spread across the weeping sand dunes.

The scorching aftershocks of the battle in the air were replaced by a fragrant breeze. Flowers bloomed, vegetation flourished, and countless roots extended into the soil, firmly holding onto the land and preventing it from collapsing.

Immediately afterwards, Frilian pointed to the coastline and made a forceful grabbing motion.

Up!

Gravity magic forcefully lifted the seabed more than ten kilometers high, causing a rumbling tremor that threw people and horses off balance. But they didn't have time to regain their footing; they just stared in disbelief as skyscrapers rose from the ground, and the seawater was forcefully pushed back.

Nothing could be more powerful than moving mountains and filling seas.

Who exactly is the one who just won the battle of the Four Gods? And still has the strength left? Even the magic power replenished by the new Great Rune is considerable.

Whenever they thought Frillie had reached her limit, the opposite was always true.

The sea-blocking dam and the magical flower fields protected the waves.

The Sand Dunes of Lamentation are no longer polluted red soil, but vibrant with color and fragrance, the best memorial to the great war.

After finishing all this, the silver-haired girl wiped the sweat from her brow and put away her staff and the Great Rune. Even with the power of the Rune Fragment, she had overexerted herself and truly drained her of magic power.

"Tired."

“Your current state would be problematic if you were to encounter danger. I’ll assign you runes.”

"Please, Melina, but this time you have to distribute the points evenly."

It's been a long time since her average attributes last increased, so Frilian needs to address her weaknesses. Despite her Stargazer account appearing to be a Heroic-level mage, it's too one-dimensional. In high-level matches, she'll have to adjust her base attributes to compensate, making her more prone to fatigue.

The main body panel contains a large number of dangerous items that need to be identified, which are the numerical states of her activities in reality. They are not suitable for the rules of the boundary area, so we need to be more careful.

Sooner or later, it will become a "water bucket" account (meaning it's full of incompetent users).

The silver-haired girl actively absorbed the runes in front of everyone, and her condition quickly recovered, causing some spies in the shadows to back off.

Don't try to outmaneuver the top mage of the border region.

She has grown even more since the start of the war, and is now the strongest demigod.

Witch?

The Southern Army, on the other hand, was more concerned about Melina's performance. Although they couldn't see her, she was genuinely responsible for His Majesty's Rune Enhancement, not some delusional friend in the air, and her influence was immeasurable.

Edgar stepped forward, bowed, and asked, "Your Majesty, the Blood Dynasty left behind a lot of equipment. Shall we begin cleaning up the battlefield?"

"Of course, take it all. While you're at it, grab a few prisoners and interrogate them. We need intelligence."

"Yes, sir. Also, your friend is visiting; should we lift the security measures?"

"Release it."

After the great battle, the Southern Army's Royal Guard imposed martial law on the site to protect the monarch, while an outer layer of elite troops surrounded the area, fearing any sneak attacks, as Frilian had experienced this several times before.

Galid is an unlucky place, often running into sneak attacks, especially with its bloodthirsty and incompetent rulers who lack martial virtue and are not magnanimous, making it a place that one must be wary of.

But now she has recovered a lot.

The first one to rush over was Millison, who, with a lingering fear in her hand, stroked the hilt of her sword and said:

"You actually won a war between four demigods! Your Water Bird Dance move against Rataen and Mongo was truly spectacular!"

"Unfortunately, there's only one level."

"That's amazing. It's said that the Valkyrie Malenia also trained for many years before mastering the Flowing Water Sword Technique. Now she should be the strongest sword master in the entire border region."

"So you're planning to change your target."

“No, in my opinion you are more talented, Frilian. Besides, the Sacred Tree is far away and isolated, making it difficult to reach.”

"Since you want to train in swordsmanship with me, why not just join me?"

After so much buildup, she finally had a chance to speak. After all, Millison had a close relationship with the Valkyrie and was also involved in the matter of the Crimson Goddess of Corruption, so it was always good to pay more attention.

"Don't worry, I don't mean joining the army. You can act like Stoneville's Faded Ones Guild. I'll call you if there's a big event."

"I'll consider it."

Her eyes lit up upon hearing this, which was practically an agreement.

If you think about it carefully, following the Southern Army will guarantee you plenty of fighting; it's sure to be a lively affair.

Millison stood silently on the shore, lost in thought. Today, she felt a strange sense of closure, as if the fall of General Shattered Star also marked the end of a chapter in her life. Why? She knew that continuing her travels would surely provide the answer.

Meanwhile, Alexander greeted them while tidying up the remains of Rataen's body, stuffing some scraps of flesh into the jar.

"Then I'll leave him in your care."

Frillie never understood this hero's funeral, but she respected it.

Moreover, she believed that Ratahn, whose soul was being drawn by Michaela, was at least physically dead, and if they could meet again, he might not be the same as before.

"It is an honor for the Warrior's Jar to house the corpse of a hero. Unfortunately, I performed poorly, far inferior to you. Perhaps I have neglected my training... I will also embark on my journey next."

"Where?"

"I want to see how magnificent the Asian Plateau, volcanoes, and even the Sky City are."

"See you then."

She then looked at Blazer, who was not far away. Blazer nodded and pointed in the direction where the meteorite had fallen before hurrying away without saying anything more.

They were probably acting as Lani's scouts to gather information first.

Although Frilian was eager to immediately enter the Eternal City of Noklon to search, her subordinates would likely not allow their superior to disappear so easily, especially since there were still many areas of Gelrid unexplored and a series of cleanup arrangements needed to be made...

With this thought in mind, she scratched her head and realized that her hair was all messy, so she used two Ionia flowers to tie her pigtails back up.

perfect.

The fatigue from the battle had largely dissipated, and with the Crimson Corruption weapon in hand, it was time to face the two familiar faces.

"So you've come representing the volcano?"

She looked at Bernal and Patch with a hint of wariness. She had done her basic research and was able to find out through the Southern forces that the two had close ties with the Volcano Mansion and that their backgrounds were extraordinary.

It's said that even the Fragment King Raccard admires it, so it shouldn't be underestimated.

Moreover, this combat skills instructor is a faded king, in full condition, possessing power no less than that of a demigod. In a sense, he is currently the strongest person present.

Don't be shy.

Patch rubbed his hands together. "We don't represent the volcano; we're just witnessing it as free people."

"welcome."

"You believe that? That's why I tricked you."

Frillie raised an eyebrow and released a slight pressure. "That's because your little tricks are harmless. Otherwise, I would have used all sorts of magic to deal with you."

Upon hearing this, Patch shrank back, sweat pouring down his face. He chuckled and dropped the subject. Just kidding. In reality, he knew best when to stop. If he had really pushed the other party to their death in the previous worlds, he wouldn't have survived to reach the border.

"I will give you a friendly price of 1.5 times the agreed fee for the mercenaries, as encouragement for your courage."

"really?"

"Go collect your reward; I need to catch up with Bernal."

Although getting along with Patch is always full of quirky and deceitful interactions, everyone knows their limits, and we're old friends by some degree.

When Frilian first acquired the magic of the game and became immersed in it, she was indeed tricked. However, after inheriting multiple powers, she dared not act rashly. The two even fought together for a time, so giving her a friendly price was not a problem.

The victory in the Battle of the Church was also due in part to the evil omen prison equipment he sold.

"And you, Professor Bernal?"

"I was just passing on a few combat skills on a whim, it's not worth your respect."

"It doesn't matter."

She changed the subject: "I wanted to ask you what you're here for, but your eyes lack a clear purpose, so you probably can't answer me."

"Yes, I just came to watch the battle festival."

The two were silent.

Those who, having both lost their royal status, should have more in common, but the fact that they both lost their original witches is not a good thing. Discussing their respective identities makes things even more complicated, involving power struggles.