Frilian at Elden Ring

Vlame's warning came too late; the clone was now propping itself up with its staff, channeling gravitational energy downwards into the rock strata. Immediately afterward, the temple collapsed, burying several unfortunate souls, while the rubble formed a miniature asteroid belt around the caster.

The ground continued to rise, as if a magic bomb was detonating beneath their feet, and the rubble became an excellent barrage of bullets.

Destroy everything!

They had already disrupted their balance by creating gravity anomalies moments before, leaving them no time to parry this attack.

The squad was washed by a rain of gravel, and the shockwave swept across the entire field, causing them to be thrown up and fall repeatedly, their blood splattering everywhere.

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Chapter 189: Defeated him with all his might.

Vlame reacted quickly and moved away in time, thus narrowly escaping disaster.

However, when she looked into the last room, she found it in ruins, the ground turned upside down, and her teammates, covered in wounds, half-buried.

Every single one of them was injured and covered in blood. Their bodies were squeezed by the soil and rubble, making it difficult for them to breathe. If this continued, it would only be a matter of time before they lost too much blood or suffocated. Only a few people managed to crawl out and grab their companions to pull them out.

"Wake up quickly."

"Retreat and maintain maximum distance!"

Instead of giving chase to the panicked girls, the clone stood on the steps and looked down at the red-haired girl.

It was an inanimate object, its eyes cold and devoid of any color, yet its identical face and expression reminded Vlamé of some admonitory words, prompting him to sigh:

"Is this the world you wanted to tell the powerful about?"

Regardless of martial arts, magic, or magical power, they have all reached the pinnacle. Quantity is meaningless; a single strike can annihilate them all, and they are not even worth a second glance. The clones only have the strongest individual in their eyes.

The target has been chosen.

The next moment, the staff gently swept across the ground, carrying away 6 heavy and massive rock spheres that sped away under the force of gravity.

This is the powerful magic that combines physical attack capabilities with practical application.

At the critical moment, Vlame curled up, transforming into a pale moon and launching it into the air. Incredibly, it attracted the rock sphere, neutralizing it. The two exploded in mid-air, casting a frosty aura over the temple hall, chilling the air, with each breath causing snowflakes to fall.

Ok?

Caught off guard, the clone of the full moon that erupted nearby clenched its fist, its magic barrier flickering and shattering, its magic resistance weakening.

"My master said that the full moon can attract other magic to a certain extent, so that I can take the initiative to fight back. He was right."

Despite facing adversity, Vlame remained unfazed, saying, "The difference between us lies in our understanding and coordination of different spells."

The white elf's eyes held a hint of murderous intent as it continued to create rock spheres while maintaining its floating posture.

My magic resistance drops for a short time, so I need to provide cover fire.

Then give it a try.

Not to be outdone, Vlame countered with a Soul Crystal Bullet, an attack that even the clones feared, capable of transmitting damage to the Water Mirror Demon's true form that was controlling it.

In order to buy time for her teammates to be rescued, she had to squeeze out all the power from her soul, even as her body groaned in agony.

Boom!

The all-out firepower clash puts the mage's basic attributes to the test. At this moment, the rock ball powerfully crushed the supporting pillars, ceiling, and steps, like a thunderclap, giving people a constant feeling of shaking up and down.

The Soul Crystal Bullet excels in precision, intercepting and shattering the rock spheres' attacks one by one, tearing out a safe foothold amidst the barrage of bullets.

The scale of the firefight was enough to level several streets.

However, the outbreak was concentrated in the underground labyrinth.

This is merely the space within a massive earthen mound, which has been repeatedly ravaged, collapsed, and sunken, leaving no intact ground surface.

Even with Wayne stumbling and leaning on his sword to maintain his balance, while also carrying his companions back and forth to keep them away, it's clear that once you get involved in that level of combat, you wouldn't have enough lives. Vlame is now considered a Grand Mage, but she's in very poor condition, nearing her limit.

He was about to step forward when he noticed the clone glance at him and a rock ball swept towards him.

"Avoid it!"

The battlefield was divided in two by domineering gravity magic, and now a child must face the strongest phantom, a copy manipulated by demons from the mythical era.

Suddenly, the firefight came to an abrupt halt. Vlame coughed up a mouthful of blood and clutched his chest with trembling hands.

"Have I overused my magic...?"

The aftereffects of extreme exploitation cannot be reversed by healing; otherwise, it would be a perpetual motion machine. Right now, my limbs are numb, my condition is very poor, and I probably only have one chance left to activate a magic generator.

Boom! Taking advantage of the opportunity, the clone fired a magic arrow with precision, the explosion sparking flames, but nothing was found at the scene.

Invisible body!

At the critical moment, Vlamé used invisibility and illusion to escape.

She was hiding behind a broken wall, desperately trying to remain invisible, but she was increasingly suffocating, cramping, and becoming numb. So tired, her eyelids wouldn't open, she just wanted to sleep and never wake up again.

In a daze, the girl saw a mysterious rune mark that emitted golden light. Then, a silver-haired elf emerged from the light and slowly raised the supreme power in his hands.

"I entrust the blessing to you, Vlame."

"Others are only considered to have been enhanced by my magic, but you are the only one in the world who has been blessed by the Elden Ring, which is the most orthodox and powerful ritual."

"But giving is always difficult, and you have to master it yourself. Now is the time."

The silver-haired elf's hand passed through the rune mark and touched the girl's forehead.

hum!

A vast amount of magic surged from Volamere's body, surrounded by golden particles of light that then merged into her eyes, shimmering and dazzling. She stood up, and the color of her pupils caused the clone to instinctively avert its gaze, unable to meet her eyes. What was that?

Weakness is gone, replaced by a continuous flow of strength. The body feels light, fatigue is swept away, and one feels reborn.

Its breath is filled with magic, circulating endlessly.

"It turns out that the blessing that has been giving me all along was just not activated."

She clenched her fist and smiled confidently: "I finally did it. It seems I didn't disappoint my master."

That being said, we should not be complacent.

Because a significant portion of our current state stems from the lingering effects of the blessing, we are just as tired as before, and we must determine the winner within a limited timeframe.

The clone frowned slightly, revealing a moved expression that represented the demon's shock.

Its intended targets kept failing it. Although it had just made some gains against the smaller fry, it didn't count. If it didn't eliminate the primary threat, it would fall into the enemy's hands.

Wow!

A sound of rubble rolling down nearby was heard, and Wayne and the few remaining combat-capable individuals returned to the battlefield. After exchanging glances with Vlame, they nodded to each other.

Fortunately, she is still alive, otherwise this battle would definitely not have been fought.

They regrouped and resumed the war.

The ranged mages launched the first attack, drawing back the curtain on a new round of battle, forcing even the clones to fight back. It wasn't that they had become stronger, but rather that they knew it was best not to reveal any weaknesses in front of the more powerful red-haired girl; their previous casual defense had now become dangerous.

Sure enough, she began to gather her strength and completed the task instantly.

Vlame gritted his teeth and unleashed Soul Torrent, unlike before, a multi-dimensional attack, beams of light piercing through the rock spheres and striking the clones. The opponent retaliated with rock spheres and an impenetrable barrier.

Now its magical power is actually one step behind, allowing a young man to apply the same logic back to it.

Boom boom!

The two forces clashed violently in mid-air, creating a deafening roar that nearly ripped eardrums.

There is no safe space under the power of an absolute strongman. All that remains is the mutual pulling, shattering, and explosion of magical tides from all directions. Firepower is clashing head-on, neither side giving way, both determined to kill.

Pyroxene shards kept grazing the red-haired girl's body, breaking through the fish-scale barrier, and even just passing through her skin would leave a bloody mark, causing her life force to drain away.

"So you had already planned how to deal with my barrier all along."

"Master is not good at defense, but he is good at breaking defenses, but you have never seen this before."

She suddenly pushed the barrier out, causing it to explode and form bubble-like cages that captured the free-floating magic.

Moreover, these bubble barriers instantly fill the space, actively destroying and neutralizing any barriers that come into contact with them. They do not seek to cause harm, but rather aim to dismantle the enemy's defenses, representing the ultimate expression of Vlame's barrier technique.

boom!

The clone never expected that this thing would explode upon contact and quickly retreated.

"Take advantage of the current rotation period."

With perfect understanding, Wayne urged the wounded to leave. Now there were only 9 people left, but without exception, they were all outstanding individuals, at least at the level of a second or third-level mage, and could barely protect themselves.

Of course, within a few breaths the clone had adapted to the strange barrier, and attempts to deflect it with gravity magic were futile.

It knew it couldn't wait any longer, because Vlamé gave the impression of constantly awakening some kind of power, growing stronger at a visible speed.

Since that's the case, let's start by demoralizing the enemy.

He used the Star Summoning skill to pull the survivors away, while simultaneously gathering Hellfire to wipe them all out.

"This is the moment I've been waiting for—"

Suddenly, a giant dragon appeared on the spot, took a deep breath, and devoured the flames, leaving none alive. However, the effect of the summoning star had not yet dissipated, and before the old force was broken and the new force was generated, the gravity pulled the people closer together.

The white elf widened its eyes, trying to dodge, but saw the giant dragon in the sky roar and lock onto it with its oppressive aura. It was a beat too slow, and this slight difference made all the difference.

Click!

The longsword from Wayne plunged into the clone's abdomen. He strained to deliver a fatal blow with a kasaya slash, but the blade remained unmoved. His combat skill, Endurance, granted him formidable resilience. Since a prolonged fight was unacceptable, he simply withdrew his sword and created space.

The clone, which was preparing to retaliate, narrowed its eyes. It was surrounded by all kinds of magical attacks. Here we go again, huh?

Kalia will pay!

At the critical moment, it caught all the energy and transformed it into a sharp blade, sweeping outwards.

With a crisp clang, the dragon claw forcefully blocked the attack, while at the same time, everyone's magic power completely struck the clone, blasting it away.

"That was close, and the reaction was incredibly quick."

Wayne, who had dealt the highest damage, noticed a chipped corner to his blade. He was shaken and covered in sweat. His opponent's physique, skill, and eyesight were superb; he had even managed to counterattack despite the previous ordeal.

Fortunately, Vlame intercepted in time, otherwise she would have missed her target. However, she had already reached her limit, and after this attack, the dragon knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

"Blessings should be gradually absorbed during meditation; is high-intensity combat too much of a strain?"

However, he could not easily revert to the dragon form because the enemy had not yet fallen.