Frilian at Elden Ring

The demon race has lost two powerful and intimidating abilities.

The silver-haired girl patted herself with a sun-healing spell, and her wounds healed instantly. Apart from the depletion of her magic power, she was almost exactly the same as before the battle.

The next moment, the bones cracked, and the once tall figure gradually shrank back, becoming slightly thinner, only 3 centimeters taller than before liberation. This could be considered as opening up a higher limit of liberation, but for safety's sake, it's best to keep the seal intact to avoid damage from a moment's carelessness.

It's a mess.

Looking around, the scene was one of devastation. The once bustling streets were now in ruins, and there were no intact buildings to be found; most of them had been destroyed.

"The speed and power of magic have increased significantly in the unleashed state, which is quite effective. However, we must be careful with the sealing, otherwise it will be very dangerous if we cannot distinguish the power level."

Frillie gradually adapted to growing taller by exercising her muscles and bones.

Today's liberation is thanks to the enhancement of the Stargazer account.

The power of the borderlands is more inclusive, especially the Great Rune, which allows him to consistently unleash higher-level magic. The idea is correct: as long as he continues to collect fragments of the Elden Ring, he can maintain his complete form in a normal state.

After taking a deep breath, she released three consecutive rounds of ultra-wide-range life perception to confirm that no one was left alive.

Chaos Storm!

The fire tornado circled the pile of ruins, burning the rebels' corpses to prevent the spread of plague; otherwise, it would have been too much trouble to clean them out and bury them one by one.

"Since you have chosen the inhuman path, then die like a demon."

The silver-haired girl flew from the palace rubble to the outskirts of the city.

Only from high above could one truly see that the entire complex was reduced to rubble; the once dazzling array of decorations had vanished completely, and even the remnants had been burned to charcoal by the flames.

The most striking feature is a deep crater, created by a meteorite impact, with fragments of the meteorite still firmly embedded in it. For a considerable period, it will serve as a war landmark, much like the reddish soil in front of Northwind Fortress.

Frillie flew easily to the outskirts of the city, where the evacuated crowd was still in a daze of shock before they came to their senses.

Congratulations, President!

"Praise be to Frilian, in terms of battle record, you are the number one human mage."

"They actually defeated multiple demon sages."

They shouted and yelled incessantly, but deliberately avoided mentioning the presence of the rebels. After all, as they were both part of the military, they couldn't escape the connection, and getting involved would be a huge problem, such as being retaliated against on the spot by the victor.

However, the worst fears still came true. Frilian's icy gaze swept over the court ministers, sending chills down their spines.

"President, what are your orders?"

Feeling the gaze upon them, they almost knelt down, visibly terrified despite having not betrayed them.

"The demons have been infiltrating for so long, surely no one noticed? Not necessarily."

The silver-haired girl's words shocked everyone, and what followed was even more terrifying: "To be honest, I extracted a list from the demon sage."

"What list?"

"Shouldn't you all focus on rebuilding people's livelihoods and handling the aftermath first? As long as everything goes smoothly, I don't want to talk about unpleasant things. What do you think?"

"Yes, we support all of the president's decisions."

Having wielded both the power of violence and the power of interpretation, Frilian was more of a king than the king himself.

Looking back now, it seems the demons didn't consider things thoroughly. Unlike now, the president of the Magic Association can control the nobles with a single sentence, and no one dares to look him in the eye, fearing they might end up on the list.

Can a sage be tortured? They didn't even dare to raise that question; right and wrong depended on Frilian's word.

“Mr. Lyman, you will oversee the site.”

"Yes, sir."

"I'm still worried about the Tomb of the Fallen King, so I have to go there. I'll be back the next day."

193

Chapter 193 Refining.

The room at the deepest part of the passageway, the front hall.

The red-haired girl lay motionless on the ground. Although her body was shimmering with the light of triggered healing magic, her mental exhaustion was not something that could be resolved in a short time. After letting out that last bit of energy, she immediately fell into a deep sleep.

The rest of the exploration team members also fainted; some screamed from nightmares, some snored, and some convulsed from the electric shocks...

Except for one person.

Even though he was the strongest, Wayne was still conscious. He quickly took out a potion, drank it, and applied emergency bandages to his wounds.

"I'm so tired, but I finally made it through. But staying here like this isn't a solution."

He looked around and saw that none of them were awake. Even if the Water Mirror Demon couldn't organize an attack for the time being, he couldn't rule out the invasion of other underground monsters. He couldn't just lie there and let himself be slaughtered. He had to get moving.

"This old body has suffered enough; it's time to retire."

Despite his complaints, Wayne still picked up the broken sword with his strong willpower and moved step by step to the red-haired girl's side.

"Volame, wake up."

Unfortunately, the other party remained motionless, and worse, it had awakened other things. A rustling sound came from the darkness of the distant passageway; sandworms had probably been attracted and were coming in search of food, drawn by the commotion. These monsters would devour corpses completely.

He didn't even have the strength to swing his sword, how could he fight back? Only Vlame had magic left, but no matter how he called out, it was no use. Were they all going to die here?

He opened the kettle and washed the red-haired girl's face, at which point she opened her eyes and coughed violently.

"Mr. Wayne?"

"Watch out, sandworms are coming! Do you have magic powers?"

"My body is still numb after using it all up; it'll take me a few minutes to adjust—"

As they were talking, the monsters opened their mouths, which were filled with sharp teeth, and roared as they burrowed into the soil. The raised path was constantly approaching the doorway, and it looked like they were about to rush up the steps and attack. The consequences would be unimaginable.

The unconscious teammates will be the first to be targeted, and although they show signs of waking up, they probably won't be of much help at this point.

Seeing that things were not going well, Wayne quickly took out his bow and arrow and aimed, but found himself in an embarrassing situation: he no longer had the strength to draw the bow.

click!

Suddenly, Vlame grabbed the bowstring tightly and pried it open with a strength no less than that of a top warrior.

"I don't have magic, not physical strength."

"Alright, I'll take aim. Just fire when I tell you to."

The old man and the young man locked eyes for a moment and then stared intently at the monsters. Their breathing gradually stabilized and even synchronized, while the sand worms on the other side continued to charge. Even after entering the fifty-meter range, the two remained calm, a testament to their absolute trust and tacit understanding.

They were observing the exact number of the enemy; only three were still manageable, but they had to ensure a fatal blow to the vital points where nerves were concentrated in the head, otherwise their side would surely die.

"Release the arrows—"

As soon as he finished speaking, Vlam released the bowstring, unleashing a tremendous force that propelled the arrow straight through the air, piercing the head of the first sandworm. It didn't just pierce; it went straight through and pinned the creature to the ground, its body convulsing uncontrollably.

Such power startled Wayne slightly, but he quickly adjusted his mindset and focused on the remaining enemies, another of whom was about to charge forward.

You can feel the approaching vibration, and your teeth snap open, feeling a chilling coldness.

Whoosh.

The two instinctively drew their bows, aimed, and released the arrows in one swift motion. With a whooshing sound, the arrows struck the head slightly off-center, leaving the head covered in blood but still moving.

Enraged, the sandworm pressed down with its massive body.

However, Vlamay and Wayne's reflexes were extraordinary; they rolled away moments before, barely avoiding the heavy blow. However, the former, being too light, was propelled by the shockwave into a pile of rubble, his fate unknown.

"This is terrible."

Even so, he still mounted the sandworm's back, circled the bowstring, and pulled it hard to decapitate it.

The monster let out a hysterical wail before it died, and Wayne probably felt the same wail, his muscles aching all over, but suddenly a gust of wind swept past him.

He lunged forward with all his might, and sharp teeth flew over his head.

Pyroxene arrow.

As the last sandworm missed its target, Vlame stood up, drew his bow, and shot an arrow. The magic pierced the monster's body, killing it instantly.

Fast mana regeneration is essential for safety.

Only then did she kneel down, panting heavily.

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter. Even though they were exhausted, they had to laugh out loud. Their fatigue vanished, and they had escaped death no matter what. The arduous adventure into the desolate royal tomb was coming to an end. It was time to conclude.

After a short rest, they woke up their unconscious teammates one by one, and everyone was still shaken.

"I won? Although I won against the clone, I'm still alive!"

"As expected of the Godhood Magician, I can't imagine what would happen if it were President Frilian herself. We wouldn't have enough lives."

"They even managed to kill the sandworms."

"Thank you, Miss Vlame, Lord Wayne, the credit belongs to you."

The team leader, completely convinced, emphasized: "According to the agreement, we should give you an extra reward. We all owe you favors, so please don't refuse. It's what you two deserve."

"Yes, let's do this for future cooperation opportunities. We'll tell our colleagues that Vlame can now be considered a true archmage, both in terms of character and strength."

“A good teacher produces outstanding students. You will surely become a leader like President Frilian.”

"Thank you."

The bewildered redhead kept agreeing, scratching her head with a sheepish grin. In short, the outcome was good; she'd become famous. It should be considered a happy ending for everyone, but the matter wasn't over yet.

She pointed to the door of the deepest room, indicating that they should continue forward.

After discussing the matter, the group ultimately decided to support Vlame's opinion that they must find the Water Mirror Demon's true form.

The journey was smoother than expected, and we arrived at the end of the Tomb of the Fallen King without any obstacles. There, a prism-like object floated quietly.

An oppressive aura of malice descended.

Everyone immediately assumed a defensive stance. Although theoretically the demon itself wasn't strong enough, who knew what other special forces might be at play? At this point, it was never too much to be cautious.

At the same time, a cloud of dust rose up, and a white phantom appeared faintly...

"Don't even think about it!"

Having made up his mind, Vlame lunged forward, forming a barrier with his hands to tightly envelop the Water Mirror's body. The absolute defensive barrier even blocked the flow of magic, leaving no chance for the water mirror to function.

As expected, the illusion dissipated, but the demons inside the barrier continued to surge forward, forcing her to continuously channel magic power through both hands, creating a tug-of-war between the two sides.

Wayne murmured, "It should be under control, but it's inconvenient."