Frilian at Elden Ring

"I can no longer shoot beyond visual range like my mentor."

In the brief battle, neither side gained an advantage, but the number of monsters continued to rise, and they came to surround the excavation site. Now, the Tomb of the Fallen King has become a besieged area.

Unfortunately, their low-lying terrain put them at a disadvantage, and they would suffer heavy losses if they did not break through.

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Chapter 184 The Squad Makes a Name for Themselves

rumble!

Gargoyles had already landed on the ground, roaring menacingly at the crowd. Their heavy footsteps seemed to pound on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe. The way the corpses were stitched together was especially terrifying.

Their originally sculpted surfaces come to life, with the skeletal corpses floating on the surface roaring and baring their teeth.

The sheer impact of the scene sent chills down the spines of the defending soldiers.

Ordinary soldiers had never seen such a scene before. Their legs trembled uncontrollably, their hands gripping their weapons loosened, and their teeth chattered.

All that's left is to fight with all our might.

Even though they were terrified, they maintained their defense. At the forefront were none other than Vlame, Lyman, and Wayne. They were undoubtedly the strongest on the front line. Even the gargoyles were wary and dared not attack easily.

The powerful aura emanating from the three individuals was not to be ignored, and it also stimulated the demons.

The next moment, a sonic roar and a magical collision ensued.

It is conceivable that a large number of monsters were blown to pieces, and the scattered corpses were still wriggling and crawling.

Looking back, Frilian frowned. It was dark enough that this art style almost made her think she was still in a game of magic, or that the will of an ancient god had taken advantage of her vulnerability.

"Fire arrows!"

Having gained a respite, Fenton immediately ordered the next round of attack.

He was joined by adventurers, mercenaries, and others; they were now bound together by a common destiny, sharing life and death in the same trench, and there was no room for complacency. Since the monsters were coming on strong, they would fight back.

Determination transformed into strength, blood boiled with passion, and even the terrifying enemy could not hinder their battle; at this moment, they had only one thought left: victory.

Both sides unleashed their full firepower.

A series of loud explosions erupted around the tomb of the Fallen King, turning the broken walls and ruins into rubble.

No one expected that the once peaceful labyrinth would become the focus of war years later, with flames raging, explosions exploding, and shouts of killing, roars and wails mixed in, turning from a small-scale hunt into a full-blown war.

The defenders, disadvantaged by their low-lying terrain and inability to fly, were forced to continuously shrink their lines.

If it weren't for the overwhelming firepower of Vlame alone harassing the gargoyle, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Without that deterrent, it would have definitely swooped down on the army formation.

"Fall back."

"We can't hold out for long, we need to consider holding our ground at the entrance of the maze."

"No, what if there are monsters inside?"

Fenton was caught in a dilemma, his face contorted with worry. Just as he was pondering this, someone was knocked over by the gargoyle's claws, blood splattering everywhere.

A gap appeared in the front-line shield formation, and the disadvantage finally began to turn into a retreat. Unfortunately, they found themselves in a digging pit, where retreat was an option. Was this also going to be their burial ground...?

Suddenly, golden light enveloped the entire area, and golden fluff landed on people, giving them a warm feeling. Wounds healed quickly, and even the physical strength they had consumed was being restored.

This kind of magic is unique.

It was Frilian, casting a sun healing spell as she strode through the crowd. Everyone automatically parted to make way for her, from the back row all the way to the front, which was the line of her teammates.

The mage who was in charge of blocking the monsters coming from behind was now acting as the front line.

Well-deserved reputation, possessing both strength and magnanimity.

The silver-haired girl's silhouette was like an insurmountable city wall.

Her arrival alone frightened most of the gargoyles into retreating, those that were baring their teeth and claws on the ground just moments before suddenly taking to the air.

Monsters may be fierce, but that doesn't mean they're mindless. Facing the aggressive Freyren, it's best not to confront her head-on and instead keep moving around. If such a powerful enemy finds an opening, the battle could end in an instant, so be careful.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the silver-haired girl unleashed a Black Comet, its concealed trajectory catching everyone off guard. It grazed the gargoyle's body and pierced through a large monster nearby, a clear display of intimidation.

Even though it was furious, it had no choice but to back down and simply send its subordinates to act as shields.

"That's the best way."

Before she could finish speaking, Frilian unleashed a Star Summoning attack, a terrifying vortex that sucked up the target.

A purplish-white hue tinged the sky, then swirled around it, easily engulfing the gargoyles. Caught off guard, they instantly lost their balance; even their desperate flapping of wings was futile, their bodies being torn apart. They couldn't afford to fall; this was a race against time.

However, the next moment, some of the monsters were frozen in place. It turned out that the shadow magic had found and locked onto the shadows projected on the ground, allowing Lyman to catch them.

They were met with a ranged attack from Vlame and Wayne.

The two individuals may not be able to deal enough damage individually, especially as the battle progresses and their stamina diminishes. However, they have the advantage of being stationary targets. Now, the gargoyles of their target have all become wooden figures under shadow magic, making it easy to kill them with a single blow to their vital points.

Those further away were captured by Frilian.

They killed dozens of gargoyles in a continuous cycle, their coordination was seamless, as if they had been fighting together for more than ten years.

Bang, bang!

The monsters falling to their deaths are perfect proof of this; now they've become vulnerable targets, and the Frilian squad on the ground can hit them every time, resulting in a near massacre.

Their movements became increasingly skillful and fluid, as they continued to reap the monster army.

The revitalized defenders also provided fire support, displaying the same spirit as when the enemy was down, and drove them into retreat. Finally, the gargoyles attempted to escape.

But it crashed headfirst into the sky, where the barrier light was shimmering.

"I have sealed off an area of ​​ten kilometers."

Frillie's words were anything but shocking: "You will fight until you are all wiped out."

The low-intelligence monsters couldn't even comprehend it; they simply stumbled around, aimlessly searching for a glimmer of hope.

The allies were truly shocked. They stared in astonishment at the silver-haired girl's retreating figure, then recalled Vlame's defensive barrier from earlier. No wonder they were from the same school; what an exaggeratedly large-scale barrier! Used in reverse, it became an excellent prison.

"Roar!"

The giant gargoyle roared to the sky, commanding all the monsters to gather, its momentum unstoppable, clearly indicating that it was about to launch its final charge.

Birds fell silent, beasts fled, and all was still. The stench of blood and the intense aura of death emanating from them silenced the living, who could not help but hold their breath.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The four-person team, led by Frilian, got into position.

The ownership of the desolate royal tombs should be clearly determined, and this should be done now.

The first to lose its composure was the gargoyle. Its massive body, exceeding ten meters in length, circled and gathered its strength before extending its wings to their maximum extent. It then swooped down, landing with terrifying kinetic energy. Cleverly, it didn't choose a direct confrontation but instead created a violent tremor powerful enough to upheaval the heavens and earth.

Boom!

Even faster, however, was Frilian's Storm Foot, which whipped up ice crystals, and the frost-covered ground hardened like rock, leaving only a muffled thud.

On the contrary, the monster was in pain all over its body from the impact, but it still instinctively rolled away to the side.

The blue light swept past and annihilated countless monsters.

Wow!

Even though the gargoyle barely managed to dodge, it didn't stop Frilian from turning her attention to other monsters, leaving only ashes in her wake.

The merciless torrent of souls wiped them away without a trace, completely disappearing into energy fragments on both the soul and physical level, leaving nothing behind in the end; its power was formidable.

The gargoyles were terrified by their companion's instant death.

They hurriedly tried their best to circle and fly, attempting to make it difficult for the enemy to aim.

Unexpectedly, Frilian pointed to the barrier.

Then the aerial barriers gradually contracted. Although they were very hidden and not directly visible, they were more likely to touch the hard magical walls, so the battlefield was shrinking.

In contrast, the intensity of human attacks has increased wave after wave, weaving together a network of firepower.

"Maintain formation firing and firmly suppress the enemy."

"The spear team is prepared to kill any monster targets that have fallen to the ground—"

The commander's meticulous preparations have created a deadly atmosphere on the ground, making the gargoyles, which were just moments ago so aggressive, afraid to land. They don't know what to do, or they'll be caught in a dilemma.

"Roar!"

Driven to its limit, the gargoyle's eyes turned bloodshot as it watched its companions fall one by one, enraging it to the point of baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, exuding murderous intent.

It's all that silver-haired elf's fault.

The next moment, its throat suddenly swelled, unleashing a roaring sonic wave like a frog's croak, imbued with magical power and functioning like a cannonball, precisely locking onto Frillie's location. It was determined to teach her a lesson; one move was enough to destroy a small house.

However, the simple and unadorned barrier blocked the attack without moving an inch, leaving only a residual wave that swept through a gust of wind.

What kind of defense is this strong? No way!

There was no time for shock, because Frilian's next move was gravity magic. The monsters flying in the sky were suddenly captured by the purple-white energy vortex and then sucked down to the ground.

Call the stars!

Its point of impact is the ground, and its power is no less than that of Rataen, staining the sky with another strange color.

At the same time, she condensed a wisp of lightning, drawing upon the power of heaven to transmit to the earth, causing all the demons to feel a paralysis that made it difficult for them to control their bodies.

I can't even fly anymore.

A set of fluid and deadly moves in Frilian's hands is like a work of art, meticulously crafting an inescapable situation. If it were a human army, they would probably be in despair. The absolute sense of control in this power is the real pressure.

On a distant hillside, in the dense forest where visibility is at its limit, several demons were observing with their eyes strained to see.

"That bunch of useless trash probably won't last long. They're just temporarily mobilized monsters, but their performance has been far too poor. I was hoping they would cause some casualties."

"It's alright, at least we've gathered some intelligence about the enemy."

"Before the power of the Fallen King's Tomb, being strong is irrelevant; it will only become a trap that kills you."

"However, we might have to prepare for the kind of commotion that would result in the destruction of the royal city..."

The demons were filled with dread.

Frilian's current strength is indeed well-deserved. Even when setting traps, she has to consider all sorts of possibilities. But time waits for no one. She has already arrived at the royal tomb, which is not far from the royal city. With her speed, she can probably arrive in a day.