Frilian at Elden Ring

The result was that both sides launched a massive bombardment.

"How is this possible? Could this be the technique of the creator of the rebound force field?"

Their questions were drowned out by the explosion. Under the exquisite power of the white elf girl, their carefully prepared attack completely failed, forcing the attackers to retreat and move away.

Not a single leaf touched him, not a hair was damaged; the power of the divine magician, only the tip of the iceberg, was revealed, yet it was already overwhelming.

Wayne turned to Vlame and said, "Vlame and I will be the forwards, you can provide support from a distance."

"it is good."

Politeness and bravado have their context; a rash attack now would be tantamount to suicide, further exacerbating our already limited manpower. Against the clone of Frillian, there is no room for numbers; we must overcome the odds with sheer strength.

As is widely known, the prototype is the recognized number one battlefield mage, which surpasses Celia, who has had no combat record for many years, and gives people the impression of having the power to destroy armies.

The entire combat system is designed for defeating overwhelming odds.

Vlame warned, "Don't count on sneak attacks. Use your magic whenever you have it. We'll keep the front lines safe—"

Whoosh!

An unseen comet fell on the barrier and was neutralized by magic. Even so, it still transmitted force, causing her to take two steps back. What a terrifying physical impact! How could it be done with pure energy?

The next moment another spell came, but it was deflected precisely by Wayne.

"Don't underestimate me just because I'm old. I can still learn some new combat techniques. Vlame, use your powerful magic, I'll buy you some time."

He gripped his greatsword tightly in both hands and held it at the forefront.

Before the words were even finished, the exploration team's magic arrived, and colorful magic bullets enveloped the target, each one possessing deadly penetrating power.

Together, they are enough to kill a great demon; their sheer numbers are their most terrifying advantage.

However, the clone calmly raised its hand.

Ping Pong Pong!

The clone simultaneously faced the pressure of a top-tier warrior vanguard while also deflecting ranged magic, standing firm against the storm yet remaining impregnable.

The unbelievable scene left everyone speechless as Vlame unleashed his fully charged torrent of soul energy.

"This is not surprising to the master at all. Just give it your all."

The azure torrent collided with the unsuspecting clone. Even with its reflexes, it was sent flying backward, crashing into the ruins with a loud thud. The falling rubble and debris buried its body, leaving it dazed and confused.

boom!

Immediately afterward, the white elf sprang to her feet, completely ignoring her injuries and acting as if they didn't exist.

"...Why doesn't she get treatment?"

"As expected, it has no soul! It can't use spells based on the soul."

Although Vlame pondered the room for maneuver regarding the weaknesses of this mechanism, at least one thing was certain: the inability to unleash those most terrifying spells was not due to Frilian herself, and their side still had a chance of winning.

"Alright, let's try to use soul magic to penetrate your container. It should be easy to detonate it from the inside."

She made up her mind.

The clone seemed to sense something and sprinted forward, its movements resembling those of a hunting dog.

I can too.

As the two figures clashed, they unleashed several streaks of azure sword light. In an instant, the red-haired girl was covered in cuts, blood spurting out. In contrast, the clone only staggered once, then turned around and aimed its staff at its target, the flashing light blindingly bright.

At a critical moment, long-range firepower interrupted the fleeting Yazler comet, creating a brief window of opportunity.

Sunlight heals, gold establishes a vow!

Taking this opportunity, Vlame replenished her buffs and healed herself. The wound was deeper than she had imagined. Fortunately, she had maintained the agility of her hound gait, otherwise she might have been killed instantly.

A sapphire shot out from the explosion, but was blocked by Wayne who arrived just in time.

He glanced at his teammate, who was gradually recovering, and said worriedly, "This is the first time I've known that the guild leader possesses such superb swordsmanship. You're not bad either."

"Yes, I learned from my master, but I didn't learn everything."

The two stood at the front, bracing themselves against the increasingly formidable pressure. They hadn't expected the clone to be so powerful. Not only did it possess some of Frilline's magic, but it also had unbelievable technical skills, solid fundamentals, and no flaws.

Difficult to handle.

Should they perhaps switch to a different tactic, slowly stalling until reinforcements arrive? Or should they inflict heavy damage on the enemy to create an opportunity to escape?

That probably won't work; once they consider retreating, they won't be able to muster their full strength. Moreover, the clones won't let anything slip by; it seems they've locked onto their target and are preparing to hunt them down, representing the Water Mirror Demon's determination to exterminate them all.

"Here we go again, let's go."

Vlame interrupted the enemy's charge-up with a single Hidden Stone.

The two charged forward, closing the distance to mid-range under the cover of their teammate's ranged magic. In an instant, they swung their Swiftblade and two-handed greatsword together.

With a crisp clang, it parried the magic sword, but had to dodge another one.

The rebound was not strong enough, causing Vlamé to lose his balance.

"Keep the suppression going, never stop."

The two moved in unison, their swordsmanship complementing each other, their breathing rhythms nearly synchronized, launching a perfectly coordinated pincer attack. At this point, only hand-to-hand combat offered a slim chance of victory; they couldn't allow the clone to easily gain the upper hand.

Unaware that their movements were becoming increasingly faster, their precision, strength, and reaction speed improving at a visible pace, even the phantom of the twin magic swords became difficult to defend against.

click!

Finally, Wayne's sword touched the barrier on the White Elf's body, sparking a burst of sparks that made him click his tongue in frustration.

"Keep going, I'm here."

Before he finished speaking, Vlame neutralized the clone's defenses with a barrier.

At the same time, Wayne finished charging up, his muscles contracting, and he suddenly unleashed a dazzling arc of sword energy, slashing into the enemy's abdomen. A devastating earth-shattering slash! It broke through layers of defense, tearing a gash in the target.

This attack forced it to create distance.

Before he could regain his footing, Wayne lunged forward, swinging his greatsword with his full weight towards his neck.

The clone barely managed to dodge.

As a first-rate knight, he wouldn't just focus on one move. A slash followed, but he seized the opportunity and swung his scepter to block the fierce attack.

The resulting reaction force nearly caused Wayne to drop his weapon; it was a precise counter-attack.

He quickly rolled away to dodge the radiant longsword, its sharp edge grazing his breastplate and easily leaving a mark.

Thunder gun!

Wayne rolled away to clear the path of the attack, and Vlame seized the opportunity to unleash a golden lightning bolt that flew across the room and struck the clone with a deafening roar. The clone had no chance to react when facing a warrior.

But it unexpectedly reached out and grabbed the lightning gun, transforming it into a tree-shaped lightning bolt.

Lightning returned in kind—

The violent explosion and intense heat sent Wayne and Vlame flying out of the room, leaving the ground charred and sparks flying from the friction in the air.

Their physical condition was excellent and they could hold on. There were already paralyzed and unconscious people nearby. Losing consciousness is not easy to recover from, especially since the healing magic was mainly used on themselves.

After a series of attacks and defenses, the clones, full of energy, gathered their Radiant Stone Shards to prepare for the next round.

Is this just the tip of the iceberg of Frilian's true power?

Known for their magic, they displayed formidable martial arts skills, each beautiful counterattack a masterpiece of mastery, executed with effortless grace, creating an aura of unbreakable defense. Could such a powerful figure truly be challenged? Their continuous counter-magic attacks were especially infuriating.

"There's bad news: it seems difficult for its combat effectiveness to be affected by injuries. But that's okay, we can just destroy it completely."

The red-haired girl wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and stood proudly, her gaze fixed on the enemy. At this moment, the clone nodded, as if it greatly admired the courage of its opponent.

Wait a minute, could it be that the master's clone is being used for training battles?

No matter what, we must seize the opportunity and inflict heavy damage on our opponents as soon as possible before they gain the upper hand.

At this moment, the vengeful spirits of the dead flew in, their wailing and howling terrifying.

They filled every corner of the temple, each possessing both necromantic attributes and impact. Vlame had already witnessed their power; they were among the most dangerous spells his master possessed.

"Get away."

Her reminder prompted everyone to quickly move away.

However, everyone underestimated the tracking ability. The target was firmly locked onto, and even if it flew slowly, it would continue to pursue it, leaving Vlame with no way to survive.

"If all goes well, your ancient, vengeful spirit will be incomplete, and that will leave a flaw."

Chaos Fire!

The fiery winds emanating from the red-haired girl swept across the sky, easily neutralized, and simultaneously annihilated the enemy with a soul-attacking effect. I wasn't mistaken; generally, magic imbued with soul power by a master is more troublesome, but not this time.

"It's just an empty shell without a soul."

Along with her attack, Vayne's greatsword charged forward, cleaving through the newly created barrier by the clone with a crack, while a barrage of magical support from afar dismantled the defenses.

They gradually figured out the routine; in short, they had to constantly remove the barriers.

The clone could dodge left and right but couldn't escape the firepower, especially with a top-tier warrior watching it.

Unfortunately, the White Elf remained unfazed. Despite being surrounded by a magical storm, the adage "prolonged defense inevitably leads to defeat" applied to it. Instead, it gradually adapted to its opponent's battle rhythm, employing a defensive counter-attack strategy.

boom!

It suddenly and precisely deflected Wayne's greatsword with a single move, causing Wayne's hands to go numb and almost making him lose his footing.

"So Lady Frillien's battle philosophy was to observe first, adapt, and then launch an attack... That was a misjudgment. Has anyone in the world actually figured out this?"

The secret was revealed because the clone was weak enough.

Just as it was about to press its advantage, it suddenly stopped and instinctively looked into the distance.

A magical greatsword surged, its roaring energy locking onto the target.

Vlame raised the radiant stone blade with both hands, piercing the tomb ceiling. A fierce wind whipped her red hair into flames, a wild smile playing on her lips, her eyes sharp and burning with passion. All her buffs were staked on this moment, a full-force attack. With a sharp cry, the sword of Kalia plummeted, unleashing its full power.

Click!

The terrifying cutting force ripped a gap in the dome of the massive labyrinth, and the shockwave obscured the view, but everyone still strained their eyes to see into the distance.

The success or failure of this move directly determines the survival rate.

Disappointingly, the clone stood beside a ditch, its imposing sword strike missing its mark? Impossible, it wouldn't make such a basic mistake; it must have used another technique!

"Gravity has deflected the magic's trajectory; everyone, get away from the walls!"