Frilian at Elden Ring

Just as they were about to have intimate contact, their bodies suddenly felt light.

A purple-white gravity spell linked Hyde's and Frillie's staffs together. Hyde gave an embarrassed smile and let the spell deliver him smoothly.

Why did you suddenly come here?

"Your Majesty, after hearing the news of the Blood Dynasty's army, we dispatched reinforcements, and they are not far away. But with such a big commotion at the Weeping Sand Dunes, how can I sit idly by? So I had Flying Dragon deliver them over. I need to witness the results of the battle with my own eyes so that I can make preparations."

"You're very brave, though it was risky, but it was the right thing to do. Anyway, let's have a drink to calm our nerves first."

Despite his seemingly dramatic and flamboyant demeanor, Mr. Heide is actually quite daring and composed when it comes to getting things done. After all, he once dared to gamble with Frilian.

Perhaps he once had more of aristocratic airs and was afraid of the slightest disturbance, but people can be tempered into being resolute.

So a Southern army has arrived? And it's well-rested and ready for battle.

With this thought in mind, Frilian glanced at Lord Jellian, who happened to be looking at her as well. The two smiled at each other, realizing they shared the same idea.

Whatever.

Just as he was about to speak, Hyde interrupted, "We have already taken control of the Great Dragon Feast Church and extracted dragon meat, Your Majesty. There are indeed treasures there, and our Dragon Feast Legion will become even stronger."

"You should be prepared to take the resources there no matter what the outcome of the battle."

"It seems that Galid needs to investigate carefully."

This guy is passing on a message.

Frilian asked, "Lord of the city, what do you think of my previous suggestion? The Red Lion Army needs a place to go."

Silence fell upon hearing this, for the issue was crucial. Putting oneself in her shoes, even if she disregarded the southern factions, she wouldn't allow an army to operate outside the system; the spokesperson for this was none other than Lord Hyde.

So he rushed over in a hurry, with many objectives, one of which was to ascertain Jeremy's attitude.

"The magnanimity of the Soul King is evident to all. He should serve you in controlling the Galid region and eliminating the remaining crimson corruption. I, Jellian, hereby pledge my allegiance to Her Majesty Frilian."

"The Red Lions army, who are willing to stand with me, will continue."

"Those who have different views can part amicably after the banquet; you are now free."

His words sparked a lively discussion among the officers; although they were quite shocking, they were indeed foreshadowed.

Each person chooses their own.

Freya and Jellian exchanged a glance and nodded before leaving, while a group of others also took their leave. It wasn't a particularly poignant farewell; everyone was still alive, and being in the borderlands, they would inevitably reconnect, but they certainly wouldn't be united again by the banner of Rataen.

General Shattered Star is dead.

"Perhaps the world has gained another group of knights who have lost their homeland."

Edgar sighed, “Hyde, you’re pushing him too hard.”

"It's alright. As long as you're alive, you can always find support. Besides, haven't many more people stayed behind?"

They all looked at the silver-haired girl at the head of the long table.

Wow!

Many members of the Red Lions, led by Jellian, knelt on the ground in reverence, offering their heartfelt respect to Frilian and vowing to follow her to the end. War is the best test, and the long-lasting Battle of Galid was proof of that.

"We will do everything in our power to support you in becoming the King of Elden."

……

Blood Dynasty.

Monger, in the center of the hall, opened his eyes from meditation. A wisp of blood-red phantom merged into his body; his clone had returned.

He suddenly coughed up blood, his energy and spirits waning considerably. Because the attack was transmitted through his soul, his physical body was also affected, and he needed to carefully adjust himself.

However, the blessing of the Outer Goddess, the True Mother, is already healing the wounds.

After taking a deep breath, Monge looked out at the outside of the hall.

A few scattered nobles returned, disheveled and exhausted, a group of defeated soldiers.

"The operation has failed. What's worse, Lani and Frilian are advancing the power of the gods and kings. We can't let them get ahead of us, but Michaela... why haven't you responded to me yet? How much longer are you going to drag this out?"

He looked back at the enormous cocoon.

Since the God of Purity fell into slumber, a cocoon has formed around him, rejecting him. Although he can transform into a lurking blood form to infiltrate and assimilate, the efficiency is too low.

Ok?

In a daze, he saw the withered arm with calluses beckon, and a strange sense of exhilaration washed over him.

"So you're finally planning to take action? Yes, Michaela, our interests are aligned. If we're aiming for the King of Elden, there's no one more suitable than us."

However, at the same time, another feeling arose in Munger:

He was increasingly furious with Frillie, wishing he could tear her apart. No, he couldn't let the Soul King grow any stronger. Besides, they were now locked in a life-or-death struggle; he couldn't just stand by and watch.

He ordered, "Now that she knows the location of the Blood Dynasty, prepare for a defensive battle."

"Keep a close eye on the Eternal City and send Bloodfinger Assassins. I'm sure that collector will go to Noklon first."

"As ordered."

Just as Munger was making further arrangements, Ampah burst in.

The chief blood knight, returning from scouting the Altar Plateau, looked around and saw a dejected scene. They had suffered a defeat, and had been severely punished by the army of the Soul King.

Then he looked at the monarch with concern and said, "Does Your Majesty feel that something is wrong with Michaela?"

“Something’s not right? I think everything is normal. Michaela is great.”

Could the recurring headaches be an illusion? No, it's some kind of aftereffect of a mental attack. Why? Filled with doubt, Ampah glanced deeply at the Cocoon of the Slumbering God, a hint of wariness creeping into his eyes.

Once or twice might be a misperception, but more often it indicates a problem. This flaw is fleeting, and it's likely that he suffered some kind of injury at the hands of Frilian.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to stay here and reorganize the army."

"Well, I'll leave it to you."

After saying this, Monger sank into the blood pool and disappeared, leaving the chief knight behind with a sigh.

at this time.

At the entrance to an underground river somewhere in the Galid region, the female knight with golden markings and white armor removed her helmet and gazed at the starry sky, her expression solemn. The stars in the sky were completely liberated, and the afterglow of this battle for the title of the strongest demigod still echoed across the horizon, stirring up a storm.

She glanced at her companions, who were also fully prepared and eager to meet the most mysterious demigod.

“Ratan is dead, one of the two elements has been fulfilled. The other half is to kill Monger and leave his body behind. This step can also be accomplished with the help of Frilian.”

"So I have to try to guide them, and wait for my acquaintances here."

A figure riding a swift horse rose on the horizon; it was Freya, a female gladiator.

Arrived on schedule.

A smile appeared on Leda's pretty face.

It went more smoothly than expected, which means that Lady Michaela's charm control is getting stronger and stronger. She may have ordered the guidance of Frilian because she was eyeing the opportunity to hypnotize her. If she can control Soul King, the journey to the Shadowlands will be much easier.

However, everything depends on intelligence, and Freya, as someone who experienced it firsthand, can certainly provide firsthand information.

With this thought in mind, Leta greeted her friend who had dismounted from his warhorse.

"Long time no see, Freya. Now that Lady Michaela's followers have gathered most of their forces, I announce the next step..."

She introduced the members and arranged the exploration of the underworld, starting with finding the Blood Dynasty. No one present doubted her efforts; under Michaela's influence, everyone gradually became fanatical.

Leda will lead a pilgrim-like procession through the perilous underground.

……

Lienia region, magic academy.

At the city gate, the large contingent, led by Mugram, slowly unloaded their supplies. Apart from the ever-energetic Farron Undead Legion, everyone looked exhausted.

Resisting the royal army while receiving constant tense news from Galid is a very stressful task.

"Welcome back."

Serian greeted them, his voice revealing a hint of joy, for everyone knew that his disciple had accomplished a feat that was unprecedented in history.

"It's all thanks to His Majesty that the Galid region was won, otherwise those Night Cavalry would have been harassing us all along."

Mugram breathed a sigh of relief: "Now they can only retreat so we can come back. A bunch of cautious guys."

“Those who know Frilian understand that if war is started now, it will only force the still-unsatisfied Soul King to fight personally. The Blessed King is not stupid.”

With his obsessive interest in magic research, he enjoys testing new techniques on his enemies.

Anyone who walks into the line of fire is going to be in big trouble.

Moreover, the Alpine Plateau itself was attacked by the volcanic palace and was unable to spare any resources.

"To be honest, I was prepared to hold out until I died, especially when I heard that the Blood Dynasty had also joined the war... I never expected His Majesty to stand out in that situation, thanks in large part to Princess Lani."

Mugram still feels lingering fear whenever he thinks about it.

If the newly appointed monarch gets into trouble, wouldn't everything be lost? Fortunately, Frilian won, and won decisively.

so close.

Seren said smugly, "You're worried because you don't understand Frilian. In fact, she probably doesn't even know how many tricks she has up her sleeve. There's no need to worry about her safety."

"I heard that the witch beside His Majesty has been introduced to everyone, so the Life Arcane Project is intended for Lady Melina?"

"I just found out myself, but the research has indeed made progress."

Seeing that the scholar was about to launch into a long explanation, Mugram quickly waved his hand to interrupt, saying that he already knew exactly how to communicate with people from the magic academy, and that they shouldn't easily veer into professional topics.

Now that Dean Se Lian, who has the reins of countless project progress, is eager to express himself, we need to get back to the main topic.

Can the elevator be repaired?

"Yes, but it's easier to awaken its own power if you have a complete rune."

“I have received intelligence from Galid: the other half of the scepter has been found at Fort Pharos, and now His Majesty has the necessary permits to travel to the highlands.”

"However, repairing the elevator will take several years..."

When it came to business, the two headed to the conference room, where the remaining officers, nobles, and professors also gathered. In preparation for the upcoming events, the entire magic academy needed to prepare to welcome His Majesty and offer his blessings, while also outlining new strategies.

The situation has become more active. Although the campaign to conquer the Asian Plateau has been postponed, the cleanup work in Galid still has a role to play.