Frilian at Elden Ring

The magical light from the corrupted sage was activated, piercing through the defensive barrier without hindrance.

Unfortunately, the target wasn't the reckless young mage who stood still and didn't dodge. She easily dodged, but Frilian was still puzzled.

The barrier is ineffective.

It's a new offensive spell, and it's specifically designed to increase its destructive power.

As she pondered, Frilian's eyes sharpened, and she slapped behind her, deflecting a spell that had come from an empty place.

The next moment, the figure of the ever-changing sage appeared. It turned out that the so-called disguise was a mimicry that was even more advanced than invisibility. Even he himself had to recognize it, but the fierce battlefield probably didn't have much time to examine it.

"It's a bit challenging."

Upon hearing this, even its blank face showed ripples of emotion. It was a disgrace that its anticipated attack had been blocked with its bare hands.

"What do you take this for? Do you think magic can be deflected?!"

Although the demons had known about Frilian's extraordinary skills beforehand, they were still taken aback in actual combat. Who could have predicted that she could so easily slap away a deadly spell?

"Don't be stubborn, just cooperate with me."

The corrupt sage triumphantly announced, simultaneously commanding all demon warriors, rebels, and Vlame clones to surround and unite them in one place.

With the ancient, malevolent spirits of the dead no longer intimidating them, everyone felt somewhat relieved and rallied. There was no turning back; they had to kill the ancient mage to control the situation. Even if they fled now, they would be wiped out. It was a desperate gamble.

on.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of spells shot out, but landed on the barrier without moving an inch.

Quantity cannot make up for the quality gap. For Frilian, physical resistance to low-level magic is fine, but the problem is the special attacks mixed in.

Suddenly she assumed a fighting stance, but then turned to dodge. A beam of light grazed past her ear, and an unfortunate rebel caught in the blast instantly vanished without a trace. It truly lived up to its reputation as a terrifying magic that had killed countless people on the battlefield.

This sage is very famous, as Frilian knows. He has hundreds of lives on his hands and is extremely threatening.

Be careful.

"Were you trying to bounce away just now?"

"But the resolution is not high enough; it will take some time to study it."

"What a joke! You can't possibly see through my magic so easily. Just wait and see, you'll soon become my most valuable achievement."

Surrounded by the crowd, she was bombarded with all sorts of magical attacks, a mixture of countless properties, but she caught them all with her various resistances and agile movements, leaving no room for error, and even had time to fight back!

With a wave of her hand, the silver-haired girl caused rock spheres to rise from the ground. Their enormous size and mass swept across all directions, and a total of six of them carried the caster into the air, bombarding the area from above.

Long!

The fall caused the inner palace to shake, the ceiling to shatter, and the crystal chandelier to break.

Normally, magicians wouldn't be able to dodge in time, and would be crushed into a bloody mess by the rocks in a single encounter.

Everyone underestimated Frilian's adaptability in the face of overwhelming odds. She turned the ground into a trampoline simply by changing the gravity, making it impossible to stand firmly. The violent shaking made it impossible for anyone to exert their strength.

Instead, she took the initiative by sometimes flying and sometimes bombing.

It's so easy and relaxing!

The power unleashed to a higher limit nourished her body, causing Frilian's magical energy to flow with unprecedented efficiency, precisely in preparation for facing a massive army. If her magical energy were a lake, it had once been limited to only allowing water to drain through pipes, but now it had become a stream.

Thanks to the Stargazer account, her main body has become more stable and can grow a little larger, but there is still a weakness: she has not yet fully adapted.

Therefore, Frilian adopted a more conservative fighting style.

Even so, they still inflicted heavy losses on the enemy, causing an earthquake throughout the palace, with foundations collapsing and buildings rumbling to the ground.

But the night was filled with deafening roars; the tower collapsed, and smoke and flames climbed up to the waning moon.

dong dong!

The continuous explosions roused the sleeping residents of the royal city, while at the same time, people from the Association and the garrison organized an evacuation. One group consisted of the Association delegation that had rushed there overnight, and the other group consisted of officers whom Lyman had lobbied.

People only need to observe the atmosphere in the royal city to know what to do. It is a group of traitors from the demon race and humans who are wreaking havoc, disgracing the kingdom.

"Forget about the luggage, let's go."

"Everyone evacuate out of the city. Do not push or shove. Maintain order."

"Rest assured, we will not allow the demons to reach the outer city."

At this critical moment, the lower- and middle-ranking officers of the Labyrinth Kingdom demonstrated professionalism and composure. Since the higher ranks had become demon territory, the only option was to preserve their existing strength for the time being.

Everyone kept looking back and praying that Frillie would be alright, otherwise the situation would probably collapse completely.

"As expected of the Gods' Era Magician, how could that Guild Master fight to this extent?"

The officers were dumbfounded.

Lyman replied, "Lady Frilian promised me she would confine the fighting to the city to buy us time to relocate, and she always keeps her word. Don't worry about too much, just do our job. The level of combat at the Royal Palace is now legendary."

He was the most powerful mage present, with keen senses. He had noticed that the energy within the palace had been expanding since the beginning, and both sides were brewing a real war.

They're not at full strength yet? How big will things get next?

We must withdraw.

Simply withdrawing from the outer city is not enough; the destruction of the royal city must be the benchmark. One divine mage plus two demon sages could definitely destroy a metropolis.

"This is a tough job for me. Hurry up, officers, the objective is to abandon the city."

The group looked at each other, but had no choice but to agree.

At the same time, the inner palace buildings continued to collapse, and finally, with a loud bang, the dome shattered, and the bright moonlight shone on everyone. Standing at the highest point of the ruins was a silver-haired girl.

Where does it look like we're surrounded? He who looks down from the high ground wins, and now the one who single-handedly holds off a thousand troops has already proven his strength.

"Let's just detonate this place."

The Corrupted Sage slammed the ground, releasing the final ambush spell. A terrifying burst of energy erupted from the bottom up like a volcano erupting.

The magic converged at a single point halfway and rushed towards Frilian's location with unstoppable force.

boom!

Confronting it head-on was Comet Azler, powerful enough to withstand the cataclysmic force of its eruption; the shockwave ripped through the debris like cannonballs. Suddenly, a piece of debris broke free of its disguise, unleashing a beam of magical energy from the shapeshifting sage, arriving within arm's reach.

She barely dodged it with the gait of a hunting dog.

However, another pebble beside him also broke free of its disguise, revealing itself to be a Vlame clone that thrust out a soul crystal sword, destroying the magic barrier and the distorted light wall, and striking straight at the heart.

With a snap, Frillie, who managed to dodge in time, was stabbed in the abdomen, her blood staining her dress.

All sounds are silent.

The participants forgot to breathe, staring intently as their master was struck by his disciple's phantom. His injuries were far more severe than they appeared; the soul magic of fellow disciples was probably one of the most lethal techniques in the world.

Unexpectedly, the silver-haired girl smiled calmly: "You were the first one to hurt me. Not bad. That original version will definitely survive the Tomb of the Fallen King."

"Don't get too cocky, Frilian, you're about to die."

"The weather is clear, get ready to stargaze."

Suddenly, everyone felt a jolt and instinctively looked up at the night sky, where the stars seemed to grow larger!

191

Chapter 191 The Demon Clan Could Not Be Defeat Despite Their All Efforts

Meteorite?

Through the shattered dome, both the rebels and demons present clearly witnessed the star suddenly grow larger and larger, accompanied by howling wind pressure. The distance was shrinking; it was falling, aiming for the inner palace.

A massive meteorite, over thirty meters in diameter, streaked across the night sky with a purplish-white trail, roaring as it hurtled towards the heavens.

Countless creatures on earth looked up in awe, witnessing the miraculous magic.

It landed in the palace without any surprise.

A deafening roar robbed everyone of their senses; only the thunderous sound remained in the heavens and earth. The buildings crumbled instantly, sending tens of thousands of tons of soil flying up like a tossing and turning ladle.

Then came the light of day, and the intense flames, fueled by friction with the air, evaporated the moisture and burned all the oxygen, briefly creating a vacuum. Then, the high-pressure shockwave became the second killer, an unstoppable physical impact that pushed open the walls and crushed everything.

Wow!

Dominoes toppled, and the mere palace was but a toy before such immense power. With a single move, the inner city was destroyed, leaving only rubble and ruins as far as the eye could see.

A terrifying crater appeared in the center, filled by a meteorite, and a silver-haired girl stood at the highest point.

Even those living far away in the suburbs could witness that figure bathed in golden light.

A soul-stirring version of sunshine therapy!

The piercing abdominal wound that would be fatal to an ordinary person had not affected Frilian's actions at all. She avoided being affected by the meteorite despite her injury, and now she has seized the opportunity to treat herself without any damage, including that slight soul injury.

Or perhaps the soul wasn't actually injured; it probably already lacked its true original soul, instead being replaced and merged into one with the Primordial Flame.

What damage can you cause by stabbing a mountain with a sword? It's nothing more than wishful thinking on the part of the planner.

"Volamey, you still have a lot to learn."

She looked at the battered replica on the rubble in the distance. The replica had used all its strength to create multiple barriers, but the outer layer had completely collapsed, and even the closest fish-scale barrier had shattered, leaving it in a sorry state.

However, the clone remained fixed on its target, neither dodging nor avoiding, and its unwavering aura made the silver-haired girl raise an eyebrow.

really not bad.

Frillie condensed her magic sword in her hand, assuming a ready stance, poised to strike.

Upon seeing this, the clone realized it was time to fight to the death and unleashed a lightning gun without hesitation. However, the silver-haired girl bounced back with a clang and charged forward.

It immediately activated its combat skill, Endurance, to block one attack, but still lost its balance and knelt on the ground. It wasn't over yet.

With a crashing sound, several demons leaped out from the ruins beneath their feet.

Faced with the sudden attack, she calmly changed her move, switching from a penetrating sprint to a gentle sword light, as if wielding a paintbrush to draw simple lines across each enemy, leaving behind beautiful white arcs of light within a radius of dozens of meters.

Water birds danced wildly in the air.

The nimble yet deadly blade swiftly annihilates the attacker, killing them in a single blow. Having fulfilled its mission, the sword then subtly curves and gently plunges into the clone's chest.

From beginning to end, the phantom of Vlame didn't react at all, disappearing in a daze.

"Too slow, you are not her after all."

After killing several targets, Frilian sheathed her sword and looked around. In the meteorite-themed ruins, several people emerged, panting. There were rebels and demons, all bleeding and in low condition. Most of them had died from gravity magic.