Frilian at Elden Ring

Ordinary mages would crumble under such a storm, their fighting spirit would be extinguished, but Vlame firmly seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

"President, is the competition about to be decided?"

"It's not that easy."

As if in response to Frilian's judgment, the shadow magic cast in the training ground suddenly extended into a large net of interwoven ropes, turning it into a forbidden zone where it was impossible to move an inch, and immediately trapped Vlame.

Layers of shadows entwined and covered her, and without the protection of the barrier, she knelt on the ground.

The red-haired girl was panting heavily, the energy she had just accumulated suddenly bursting forth, and she felt an unprecedented weight on her shoulders.

Sword energy!

She caught a glimpse of the attack out of the corner of her eye and quickly rolled away to dodge, but the sharp blade still left a wound from her shoulder to her back, splattering blood.

Vayne, who unleashed the attack, was also in bad shape; his armor was tattered, blood flowing from the gaps, but he could still move. Now, both sides had taken some damage, affecting their status, and the battle accelerated further.

"Your physique isn't tough enough, otherwise you could maintain the offensive, like me, and continue fighting."

"But I have my way—"

The hand that Vlame had just raised, condensing healing magic, was entangled by shadows and held tightly. No matter how much strength he exerted, it sank to the bottom of the sea, as if connected to the entire ground.

"Okay, I'm just lacking in training. If it were my master, he would have pulled up the rock layers as well when faced with this kind of control magic."

"If there's such an exaggerated approach, I'll choose to retreat."

"You're careless."

Just as Lyman appeared to speak, he witnessed the girl before him suddenly shrink in size, using the transformative properties of soul magic to easily break free from her restraints. Indeed, she had her own methods, distinct from Frilian's.

At the same time, an illumination spell was also cast; the simple magic produced a shockwave effect at point-blank range, even disintegrating the omnipresent shadow magic.

To turn the tide, she first took down one opponent, and seizing the opportune moment, she swung her magic sword.

click!

At the critical moment, Wayne blocked an attack for his teammate, and the impact hit Vlame directly. The warrior was faster and had strong short-range suppression power, and the force was enough to stun the target.

Unexpectedly, she reacted in time and used a barrier to block the sharpest part, barely managing to deflect the force before falling.

They avoided a fatal injury, but were still completely disoriented from the shock.

Everyone except Frilian underestimated the strength of the Northwind Fortress Commander, because he hadn't been on the battlefield for a long time. Little did they know that his combat reaction, patience, and endurance were far superior to those of ordinary soldiers, not to mention that his combat intuition had cultivated precise timing.

"You did a really good job."

After rubbing his eyes, Lyman used shadow magic to bind Vorame, who was lying on the ground, to the maximum extent of his magic, making it impossible for him to break free.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with lingering fear. Although he had some trump cards to protect him, being hit head-on by a magic sword would likely result in serious injury and defeat.

"Don't sound like you're summarizing. It's not over yet; no one has met the rules."

"I don't want to hurt a child too badly..."

Click!

Suddenly, the ground where Vlame was standing collapsed in a circle. The sudden noise stunned everyone, and all was silent. What had happened? Wasn't she unable to move? What kind of omen was this?

Then the ground subsided again, and at the same time, a phantom appeared around the red-haired girl and enveloped her body.

With a hissing sound, magical energy surged forth.

Frillie's eyes sharpened, and she immediately recognized that it contained a large amount of soul power, which manifested as a significant increase in mass and a change in body shape, something her apprentice had accomplished.

The next moment, a colossal dragon burst through the barrier, unleashing its power beyond the training ground with a thunderous roar. Its rock-like scales were unlike any known dragon; they were a pure miracle, a completely new form of magic.

Through blessings and continuous accumulation, Vlame succeeded and finally unleashed the dragon transformation magic he had envisioned.

"readily."

The only drawback was that the rapidly withdrawn magic reminded her that she had to finish the battle quickly.

Fulame, who was preparing for a decisive blow, flew away in his dragon form and looked down at the training ground from above, wondering if he had gone too far and might have caused harm to innocent people.

However, the expanding barrier once again covered the entire area in the next moment.

The dragon form is over ten meters long, but not long enough to fly out. It may grow larger in the future, so let's get used to it carefully today.

With her master's assurance, she no longer had any worries. She carefully observed the two enemies on the ground, determined to seize any opportunities that came her way.

"There's such magic!"

Lyman was utterly astonished. He thought he had learned a great deal about magic during his time with Teacher Celie, including transformations and clones, but he had never witnessed such a drastic change before.

It was by no means a clumsy, forced change; rather, it was the practitioner who used new technology to bring about an imagined miracle.

This dragon has a slender body, is half dragon and half snake, and its wings are layers of stacked rock plates. It is majestic and, if it does not move, it looks like a piece of rock.

The oppressive aura emanating from them was terrifying.

However, he wasn't intimidated. While observing, he had already gathered his maximum amount of shadow magic, ready to unleash his full power. Now, he was the one challenging a stronger opponent; fighting a magic apprentice to this extent was already a defeat, so he only sought a thoroughly enjoyable experience.

Beside him, Wayne was also ready, assuming a fighting stance and concentrating fully.

Silence fell.

The tireless cheers ceased, and they held their breath, eyes wide, watching the miraculous scene unfold, forgetting to think. They were grateful to have witnessed it today, and even more awestruck by the rising star.

What terrifying combination of training and talent could create such a mage?

Without giving any time to hesitate, Vlame launched the first attack, his two sharp claws outstretched to meet the thunder from the heavens.

Thunderbolts were clenched upside down in his palm.

The Lightning of Annihilation magic, passed down from Frilian, shone with dazzling brilliance. The crackling sounds were unsettling, and its scale was astonishing, stretching for thousands of meters from the sky to the ground, like a giant dragon soaring upwards.

The reason it can be used on such a scale is because of changes in its physical attributes, which are sufficient to accommodate greater energy.

Crack!

Amidst the roar, the lightning transformed into a crimson blade.

"Wouldn't it be too wasteful to just throw it away?"

Vlame laughed, "I'm going to experience the real Thunder Blade properly, so be careful—"

Then she suddenly swung her Crimson Lightning Blade, cutting through the entire training ground.

The shadow magic he unleashed with all his might shattered at the first touch, and the layers of attacks constructed by Lyman were annihilated in a single encounter. He was not good at large-scale frontal combat to begin with, so he had to use a magic barrier to protect himself and Wayne.

They felt dizzy and disoriented, with no foothold in sight. All they could hear was the deafening roar of thunder, and the air became dry and hot.

It was like a lightning disaster.

A bolt from the blue struck, followed by dense dark clouds, as if responding to a miracle. The heavens seemed to tremble; the caster's total magical power remained unchanged, but the efficiency was beyond imagination.

The two experts were able to put up a fight, but other places suffered, and the whole area was in turmoil.

The barrier shook violently and even developed fine cracks.

Frillie felt a tingling sensation from her fingertips with just a light touch; if even her own physique could feel this, then an ordinary body definitely couldn't withstand it. With this thought, she strengthened her defenses. In any case, Vlame's move was incredibly disruptive, a cause for celebration.

"It has a strong sense of ancient dragons about it. Perhaps my magic system has this kind of heritage, and it has been reproduced in your hands?"

Surprise!

Personal disciples always bring new achievements, giving teachers a sense of motivation to move forward.

Compared to the surprised president, the other onlookers were only shocked.

Even through the protective barrier, the ground shook violently because Frilian did not use a fully enclosed barrier, but rather a semi-circular enclosure covering thousands of square meters of the training ground, with the ground rock layer constantly transmitting the power.

The sounds of people falling down echoed one after another; some lost their balance and tripped, while others were simply too frightened to stand.

"Dragon transformation magic actually exists!"

"Not just a dragon, it's a completely new form that has never appeared in the records before, and I'm sure no dragon can manipulate lightning so easily."

"Those scales are so tough that even the commander's sword can't cut through them; they're practically perfect for both offense and defense."

"Lord Vlame's strength now surpasses that of an ordinary Great Demon, making him even more terrifying on the battlefield."

"fire?"

Just as everyone was discussing, they suddenly noticed that she had made a new move. Flames surrounded her, forming a crimson ring that enveloped the entire area. With astonishing energy, she firmly suppressed the shadow magic, causing Lyman's several counterattacks to miss, making the outcome of the battle increasingly clear.

My magic power has increased since I entered dragon form.

Upon closer examination, perhaps the important thing is not the form, but the terrifying power that Vlame needs from this qualitative change in all-attribute magic. Now, only one dominant force remains on the field.

They should be called Dragon Mages.

Such a commotion naturally attracted the attention of all parties at the North Wind Fortress. Although they knew it was coming from the direction of the training ground, people were still taken aback.

Why is an unprecedentedly giant dragon flying over and displaying its power in broad daylight? Is it still asleep?

That's outrageous. If that's some kind of magic, it must have been cast by at least a level one spell. But seeing that familiar lineage of lightning and fire magic, it's highly likely that he's Frillian's apprentice.

boom!

The training ground shattered instantly, and the ring was completely destroyed in the bombing.

Although Lyman managed to use his magic barrier in time, the difference in his output strength was vast.

Almost the instant he made contact, he felt numbness spread throughout his body and lost all feeling. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, even exhaling a puff of smoke: "I give up, Vlame. That's truly domineering magic. I admit defeat."

"My old bones can't hold on much longer."

Wayne shook his head, leaning on his sword.

His strong physique as a warrior allowed him to stand still, but the situation was clear: the opponent still had the strength to fight, and there was no need to force a fight that would cripple one side.

The dragon suddenly landed on the ground.

But it uncontrollably sat down on the ground. After all, it didn't feel much when it was flying, but as soon as it felt the ground, it panicked.

However, Vlame's solid physical coordination allowed her to quickly regain her balance and then dispel the spell.

The red-haired girl's figure appeared in the sizzling, steaming magic. It wasn't a physical transformation, but rather a creation enveloped in a layer of soul transformation. Therefore, she had already healed her injuries and was completely unharmed during her levitation.

"I won, so the conclusion is that we set off together."

Wayne and Lyman naturally agreed. Their goal was simply to keep the child out of danger. Since Vlame had grown up to this point, he might as well experience more of the battlefield.

He decided on a whim, thinking he might as well give it a try, but he never expected that geniuses could always break through.

"You did a very good job."