Frilian at Elden Ring

Wow!

A white shadow was revealed amidst the flying rubble; the left forearm was obliterated, and a hole was left in the abdomen, yet the momentum remained undiminished.

Her condition did not affect her combat power at all! Was it the mechanism of the clone or was the original that terrifying? In any case, her posture was still full of pressure. Whether she was a god-era mage or not was not important. The key was that she was hard to defeat even when she was fighting with all her might.

We've gradually gained the upper hand, but the enemy has shown terrifying resilience. The longer we fight, the more complications may arise; we must end this quickly.

"It won't last long either."

Vlame forced himself to stay alert and kept a close eye on the other party, not daring to relax.

Suddenly, the clone raised its staff with one hand, and blue orbs of light, condensed with extremely high energy, appeared in the air, instantly enveloping the entire area. It was also the multi-directional comet Yazler! Wherever it passed, earth and rocks were annihilated, barriers were shattered, and the wind pressure it generated overturned the supporting pillars.

call!

The shockwave pierced through the defensive barrier, and people immediately fell; it couldn't be stopped even for a moment.

Compared to the special damage of Soul Torrent, Comet Yazler is simpler and more direct; its unparalleled energy obliterates majestic buildings, reducing them all to dust.

As the attack flew toward him, Vlame constantly changed shape, sometimes growing larger, sometimes thinner, and sometimes even shrinking, based on the plasticity of his soul, dodging the pursuing beams of light in the air.

However, the opponent is launching a rock ball.

The space became cramped as the huge rock filled the room, reducing the room for maneuver and meaning that they would be caught sooner or later.

She used Soul Crystals to fight back as she flew, knocking down rocks one by one, but doing so could easily injure her teammates.

Wayne shouted, "Use your move, we're not afraid of the consequences!"

With a determined look, Vlame spread his wings and forcefully blocked two spells. Then, he gathered crimson lightning in his hands, and with a crackling sound, he shattered the rocks with streaks of light. He then condensed the lightning into a single point.

The intense light illuminated the dark labyrinth, ancient murals cracked with wisps of tree-like lightning, the air vibrated, and the horns sounded.

Thunder Knife!

It swept through the buildings along the way, turning them to ashes, and broke through the dome of the earthen mound, letting in light. The ground also split open with ravines and boulders slid down, and even heaven and earth had to make way for it.

The clone couldn't withstand the attack and had to use its lightning spear to meet it head-on, only managing to neutralize a small portion of it before the entire white figure was enveloped in crimson lightning.

Everyone on the ground was paralyzed, while Vladimir transformed back into human form and fell.

"Take it for me."

As a warrior, Wayne still had some strength left. He swung his longsword fiercely into the air, only to be caught steadily by the red-haired girl. As he fell, he spun around, his blue battle ash now covering him, transforming into a storm blade and—Lion Slash!

Despite being severely injured, the clone still managed to react, transforming its entire body into a dark moon to meet the enemy.

Swords and moonlight shone forth, wind carried frost, and cold air surged.

*Crack!* Volamere, half-frozen in ice, felt the magic blockage. His left leg went to his knees, and his left arm hung limply. But the sword in his right hand was pierced into the target's heart, held fast, and he was prepared to die with it.

"That's it."

The clone's eyes remained calm and composed, its bones creaking. Its hair was disheveled, its limbs grew longer, and its frame expanded to resemble that of a graceful lady. Its aura, instead of decreasing, increased, indicating that it was about to enter a new stage of energy transformation.

Seeing this, the red-haired girl desperately twisted the sword and roared as she pressed her entire body down on it.

At the critical moment, soul magic seeped in, occupied the empty shell, and detonated, turning the white shadow into ashes and finally disappearing.

"Master, I didn't know you had a liberating attitude..."

"You monster are stupid enough. Unleashing uncontrollable power will only hasten your collapse. You lost to me, and you lost even more to Frilian."

Vlame stared intently until the other person disappeared completely before letting out a long sigh of relief, a wave of exhaustion washing over her. Her legs felt like lead, unable to move, and her eyelids finally relaxed. It was so cold, making her shiver. She wondered if she could survive being hit head-on by the full moon magic.

Pfft!

The girl in red fell straight to the ground.

The sunlight healing was triggered just before losing consciousness, a protection granted by the First Healing Magician.

190

Chapter 190: Uproar in the Royal Palace

The inner palace.

Frilian stepped into the king's private domain, the path deserted and unguarded. Most of them had been dispersed by Lyman's shadow magic, and all was silent.

In other words, those who remained were basically her enemies.

At this moment, several gazes fell upon her, but the silver-haired girl continued forward with composure, showing no concern for the hostility of the surrounding demons. This attitude made the demons grit their teeth and wish they could devour her alive.

"...You ministers are human, aren't you? I can't be mistaken, so why aren't you leaving?"

"Coercion or betrayal?"

She ignored the demon sages sitting and standing atop the throne, and instead looked curiously at the group of trembling ministers.

"Life is unpredictable. Some people only learned the truth today, some were coerced, but there are also people like me who believe that the demon race represents the future."

The chief minister replied, "A new war is brewing, and this time the entire north will fall."

"Sooner or later, iron hooves will once again trample on the elven village, and this time it won't be on the same level as the Great Demon Clan."

He pointed to the demon warriors behind him and extended his hand.

The silver-haired girl raised an eyebrow, and even her usually indifferent face showed a hint of absurdity. Didn't you realize the essence of racial conflict?

"Oh?"

“That’s right, I’m here on behalf of the demons who have pledged allegiance to you. Think about it carefully. Besides the Labyrinth Kingdom, there are many people who are averse to magic, but it doesn’t matter under the rule of the demons. You can continue your research, and everyone will live in peace.”

However, before the chief minister could finish speaking, she shook her head without hesitation.

The man trying to persuade them to surrender turned a deep shade of liver with rage.

How ungrateful! Does this guy think he can walk out of here? The choice now is life or death. In a moment, I'll show you why the demon race is destined to win.

The ever-changing sage sat up straight and asked seriously, "I'd like to hear your reasons, since you need to buy time for evacuation anyway."

The demons were curious about the attitude of their most stubborn enemies.

"You threatened me with the Elf Village just now, didn't you? Your considerations are only about survival itself, and you think we would give up everything for it, which only proves the barbarity of the Demon Race. The reason we have been able to create a civilization that has lasted is because there are always things that are more important than life, and the way we survive is just as important."

"Humans do not compromise, do not submit to adversity, and do not remain stagnant, so your plans will fail."

"What about him?"

The corrupt sages refer to the chief minister and a host of other sycophants.

However, Frilian remained calm and replied without even glancing at him, "There will always be cowards and those who give in on the road ahead, but the determined will make history. You don't think that's victory, do you?"

"Then what constitutes victory?"

"Beat me."

The words fell silent, for an unstoppable pressure rose with them, as if gripping everyone's heart and suffocating them.

This is not empty talk, nor is it arrogance; it is the strongest and most rebellious enemy stating a fact plainly.

Even Celia wasn't so hostile towards demons, so Frillie, one of the leading figures in the human magic world, was the biggest obstacle, and both sides were basically aware of this.

If she dies here, it will be a heavy blow to morale.

"...The Prophet told me that you are a slain elf, and now I finally understand why."

The sage rose from his throne, his skin writhing as he transformed into a faceless demon, and snapped his fingers. At his command, hundreds of guards surged forth from the hall, joining the ministers in choosing a different path, determined to see it through to the end.

betray.

"Shurahat is truly a brilliant schemer, having infiltrated to this extent. But this also makes things easier; now the palace is left with only enemies."

"Think about it the other way around, you are all alone."

As soon as she finished speaking, a massive sealing barrier enveloped the center of the hall, dulling or even eliminating magic. At the same time, hundreds and thousands of magical chains shot out and bound Frilian's body, giving her no chance to use magic.

Are you trapped? Is it really that simple? Is this already the end?

However, the next moment, the silver-haired girl's bones cracked and popped, and she grew taller despite the heavy seals, her magic power, which was on the verge of being released to its limit, went even further.

"It's about time to raise the level of liberation and break through the upper limit under the seal."

boom!

Its overwhelming magic alone can break down and dismantle barriers.

Seeing that things were not going well, all the guards immediately grabbed the other end of the chain, intertwining it tightly. However, when they tried to pull, they found that it did not budge. Could it be that they were actually pulling a mountain?

Frillie suddenly turned around, and the force she generated caused hundreds of people to lose their balance, all of them chained by excellent steel whips.

Whether you are a demon or a human, the slightest touch will shatter your bones or even cut you in two. With the support of absolute power, every move is dangerous. In the blink of an eye, the ministers who did not have time to dodge were instantly torn apart, with their flesh and blood flying everywhere and their limbs scattered.

They watched, barely alive, as the silver-haired girl shook off the incredibly heavy chains.

It was as if a general about to go into battle had taken off his civilian clothes and was about to put on his armor, and these lackeys who couldn't even last a round didn't count as kills.

The chief minister stammered, spitting out blood, "Your struggles are pointless, you're dead."

"I'll borrow your souls for a while."

"what?"

Frilian beckoned to all the corpses, and an ancient, vengeful skull rose from them. Unlike others, these skulls possessed a trace of self-awareness and burned their souls to survive longer, saving both magic power and convenience.

Without any further command, these howling skeletons approached the demons and rebels, causing necrosis and contamination of their bodies by the aura of the dead upon contact.

He committed numerous evils before his death, and now he's finally making use of what he was.

Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines. They never expected that the presence of only enemies would allow Frilian to unleash her full power. Who would have thought that the highly respected founder of this school would use such terrifying techniques so readily, capable of neutralizing combat power with a single touch?

In contrast, their magic had little effect, passing through the souls without causing any reaction, and the skeletons continued to reap the harvest.

The unique soul magic could probably be considered an unbreakable curse.

Whizzing!

Suddenly, a beam of light shot out and annihilated the skeleton. Frillie, who looked in the direction of the sound, was slightly taken aback. It was actually a clone of Vlame.

It is more menacing than its original form. Although it does not possess a soul, it has probably undergone special treatment, which is why it can use moves that target souls and achieve immediate results.

"The rumors about the Water Mirror Demon are true."

"We went to great lengths to get the clones to use soul magic as well."

The Sage of a Thousand Faces stretched out his hands. "Your signature ability has countermeasures, and you will also be vulnerable to soul attacks. Of course, there's another gift—"