Frilian at Elden Ring

Late at night in the royal city.

Some people in the inner palace suddenly shuddered, and then, in a daze, they left towards the outer perimeter, as if driven forward by their shadows on the ground.

Countless examples exist, and many people left the inner walls of the royal city in a daze.

A moment later, they acted like normal people again, chatting and laughing as they left, but the thought that they had to avoid them had taken hold in their minds, and before they knew it, the crowd began to disperse.

Above the palace pavilion.

Lyman watched as the unrelated people, guided by shadow magic, disappeared into the distance, aided by the moonlight and the bright lights.

He was panting heavily as he channeled his magic at a high intensity, and even with the blessing of night, he could hardly mobilize thousands of people.

“Those demons aren’t stupid. They’ll probably realize something’s wrong soon. I’ll have to trouble you to distract them, Guild Master. There’s definitely a trap in the inner sanctum behind the throne.”

Frillie nodded solemnly.

"Too slow, I'll transfer some of my magic to you."

After she finished speaking, she reached out and gently touched Lyman's shoulder. Instantly, a huge amount of magic power surged into him, which revitalized him from his exhaustion. His shadow magic became much more efficient, covering almost half of the royal city.

How exaggerated! A single increase has produced a qualitative change?

So strong!

I will probably never experience such a height again in my life. My senses seemed to be soaring above the clouds, overlooking the city walls and seeing all things clearly.

No wonder Frilian was able to see through the disguise so keenly. At this level, there is no need for extra detection; a large amount of information can be seen at a glance... It's a pity that Lyman didn't have time to immerse himself in the experience. Business was important, so he took this opportunity to go all out.

Shadow magic, operating at maximum capacity in the darkness, guided tens of thousands of people to migrate one after another.

I can't install it anymore, and I can't install it anyway.

Something was very wrong to the powerful mage's senses; evacuating the crowd was tantamount to a prelude to war.

"I'm sorry, President, it will probably take a little more time. If the demons take notice, it will be a major mistake on my part."

"It's okay, you did your best, you did a great job."

Frilian turned and gazed at the palace spire behind her, saying, "I'll draw their attention to myself. The main target is me. As long as I willingly walk into the trap, they have no reason to waste their precious fighting power elsewhere."

"I have also collected the evidence. As long as the Kingdom of Victory submits to the Association."

Lyman wanted to advise him to wait a little longer, but hesitated and changed his words to a blessing. For a divine mage who had experienced countless battles and trials, those words were enough.

"See you."

With a wave of her hand, Frilian strode decisively out of the palace and headed towards the now nearly empty main palace.

Her magical aura had already begun to emanate, even more so than when she had been received.

The demon squad atop the tower was on high alert, bewildered as to how they had been suddenly exposed. Had they been recognized from the very beginning? And only now were they launching their attack? All for the sake of evacuation!

They do not understand human behavior.

"Should we take this opportunity to bombard those people?"

"Idiot, haven't you seen the magic yet? In front of her, no one has the luxury of turning their spear against others."

The fake king frowned, then suddenly looked to his side as if he had noticed something. The aura of the corrupt sage was overwhelming, carrying a strong sense of bloodshed and killing intent.

"Lord Shurahat sent me to support you, lest this siege be ruined."

"I still have a backup plan."

Before the words were finished, white shadows flashed on the tower, revealing rows of clones ready to be deployed.

The demons have invested heavily in this effort and cannot afford to fail. They must annihilate Frilian in one fell swoop, otherwise, allowing her to develop will have a huge impact on the human camp. They might even have to kill Vlame as well, wiping out this master-disciple lineage completely.

……

Deep within the desolate tomb of the King, an ever-burning lamp illuminates the path.

The fluorescent dots lined up in a row, as if guarding the exploration team. The ancient buildings, sealed for thousands of years, were completely still, and the lights were frozen without any flickering.

At the very front of the group was Wayne holding a shield with several arrows stuck in it, a result of a trap.

The rear guard was the responsibility of Vlame, the strongest among them, who could observe all the members to the greatest extent. Radiant Sword Array floated around her, having already killed several clones of the Water Mirror Demon.

"Stop and rest where you are."

Suddenly, Wayne made a gesture, and another mage beside him released a ball of light, illuminating an area of ​​a hundred meters as if it were daytime.

They looked up and finally saw a towering door.

Having stood guard over this place for countless years, it exudes a majestic and awe-inspiring presence. A strange, unsettling energy emanates from the other side of the door, yet it irresistibly tempts one to push it open. What, then, lies hidden within?

"The inscription map ends here. Nobody knows what lies on the rest of the road, but we're almost at the end."

"why?"

“Building specifications must follow logic; the maze progression has reached its limit.”

The group looked at each other and agreed.

There's only one question: should we go deeper? If we go in, we might face the mysterious Water Mirror Demon head-on; if we don't, we'll be tormented to death by its clones.

Upon closer examination, they've already encountered duplicate copies, meaning that over time, they'll inevitably be replenished. While there are certainly limitations, how much will it cost to understand the mechanism?

So even if everyone tried to run back, it would be too late, because there would definitely be clones catching up with them.

The further the journey, the more variables there are; the shortest distance is now to the last room.

Vlame said firmly, "If we delay any longer, it will create more monsters. From the beginning, we have had no choice but to move forward and completely defeat the Water Mirror Demon."

She looked around, and a hint of courage appeared on everyone's faces.

Fight.

If they just stand around in circles, won't they be at the mercy of others? They are isolated and helpless, and they can't afford to gamble with time. How long can they expect to dig?

The passage was cleared quickly before because of the help of a large number of mages. Now that the main powerful figures are all in the team, the engineering team outside will only take more time, and they may have to collect the corpses.

During this period, a large number of clones of the Water Mirror Demon will appear, leaving no opportunity to exploit the time difference.

"Go ahead."

Wayne made the same decision.

After resting, the group took a deep breath, went to the door, and pushed it hard. With a loud creak, a crack opened. Dust billowed up, blurring their vision, and they were met with a magical force, as deep and unfathomable as a prison.

The white figure standing in the dust was dressed in travel clothes, with twin ponytails adorned with red flowers, long pointed ears, and a petite figure—undoubtedly a familiar face.

The clone coldly stared at the crowd, its pupils devoid of any light, only displaying a pure lust for slaughter.

"The clone that hasn't appeared until now was waiting here."

Vlame looked up at the sky and said with a bitter smile, "The worst has happened. Let's all do our best to survive."

At this moment, all they felt was despair.

There is only one opponent.

One person is enough.

Because it is a phantom of Frillie.

188

Chapter 188: Combat and Magic Dual Cultivation Makes One as Powerful as a Monster.

The elven girl, shrouded in a hazy white aura, curiously observed the group.

Although they did not take any action, their aura was terrifying.

Admittedly, it is vastly different from the original magic pillar, but it has a certain charm, and its current power is already difficult to match.

As the warrior, Wayne took the lead, raising his sword to the front. The other members of the exploration team stood around him, forming a protective circle to shield Vlame, the strongest attacker, who was the only one with a sliver of a chance of victory.

"Try to think positively. It absolutely cannot use Master's soul magic, nor can it be corrupted."

"Therefore, the battle will focus on skill and elemental magic strikes, which are powerful and have a wide range, so be careful to avoid them later."

"understand!"

The clone of Frillian strolled leisurely, staff in hand, observing the intruder while conjuring a series of spells, including the Radiant Sword Array and the Twisted Light Barrier, ready to unleash their power and generously waiting for the opponent to make the first move.

The atmosphere at the scene plummeted to freezing point, and everyone felt as if a sharp blade was hanging over their necks, ready to take their lives at any moment.

"You all stay away, only I can block Master's magic here."

Vlame's entire body was enveloped in a fish-scale-like barrier, covering every inch of his skin without any blind spots. At the same time, he swore an oath to the Golden Tree, continuously regenerating his health, and also received a blessing from the Magic Realm and other enhancements.

She is ready to face an unprecedented test:

Gambling with your life.

Since the enemy has moved, it will move too.

The unassuming, radiant giant magic stone was fully formed, appearing and firing in an instant, crashing towards her across a hundred meters. It was so fast that she had no time to react. Fortunately, the radiant stone sword automatically deflected the attack, and it flew past her.

With a loud thud, the door was smashed open, its thickness comparable to a small city wall being pierced through—and this was merely a casual blow.

Tsk, that's terrifying.

The clone's attempt to use long-range firepower to draw the enemy's attention was discovered. In his fully enhanced state, Vlame pushed off with his feet and charged forward, his greatsword, Caria, already thrusting out first.

With a clang, it precisely parried, easily deflecting the magic and counterattacking a beam of sword light.

The red-haired girl slid past him and closed in for an uppercut.

click -

The two engaged in a fierce battle of magical swordsmanship at close range, going through several rounds without a clear victor.

Suddenly, Vlame rolled on the spot, managing to keep his distance even though the barrier behind him was shattered. The clone was slightly taken aback, its eyes flashing with colorful light.

The charged magic bullets covered the entire area, each one comparable to a heavy crossbow bolt, striking the target directly with a thunderous roar that shattered the ceiling and sent dust flying everywhere.

Having gained a respite, Vlamé discovered that he could not lift his right arm.

The intense collision caused bruises, numbness, soreness, and trembling all at once. Sensing the danger, she quickly activated her Endurance skill, forcibly suppressing the negative effects, which gave her a chance to focus on the main battlefield.

It blocked everything.

The clone waved its hand like a blur, catching all the magic coming from all directions, and even having the strength to deflect and deflect it.