Frilian at Elden Ring

"That's right, it's alright. As long as I keep the seal intact, I'll find a way to take it out."

"The chairman can definitely handle it."

Seeing that the dust had settled, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and some people sat down and laughed heartily to celebrate the moment.

Click!

Suddenly, earth and stones rained down from the mound of earth at the top of the dome, accompanied by a thunderous roar, seemingly imbued with immense magical power. Immediately afterward, a giant sword of radiance pierced through the ceiling, its blade, stretching over a hundred meters, beginning to slice through them.

Outside the Tomb of the Fallen King, Fenton and his group could only watch obediently as the massive construction project unfolded.

The mage of the divine era, disapproving of the slow progress, simply rolled up his sleeves and took matters into his own hands. At this moment, Frilian flew atop the earthen mound, wielding a giant sword and continuously cutting through it; the magic that was once capable of destroying city walls had now become a demolition tool.

The supposedly sturdy dome and its magical barrier are so fragile that they shatter at the slightest touch; the sheer force of the attack leaves no room for resistance, rendering the defenses virtually nonexistent.

The silver-haired girl continued to slash and dig, while magical puppets rose up beside her to carry the stones, and gravity magic made the rubble float, allowing her to dig deeper at a distance visible to the naked eye.

The earthen mound, resembling a small hill, is shrinking at a visible rate.

Moreover, her movements became increasingly rapid, giving onlookers only one impression:

urgent.

Eager to save lives, Frilian rushed over after resolving the incident in the royal city. I heard she just defeated two demon sages? Not tired at all? She flew here, heard the news, and immediately got to work without taking a break.

He had originally intended to train his disciples but had given up exploring the maze. Now that he heard about the accident, how could he not be anxious?

I'm not going to install it anymore, I'll tear it to shreds.

Even the most expensive excavation teams paled in comparison.

"I can't even imagine how Lady Frilline would blame us if anything happened to the people inside."

Fenton wiped the sweat from his brow. "She just killed a bunch of demons and rebels, she's probably still angry."

"Your Excellency, do not underestimate Lord Vlame's strength, especially with Commander Wayne also on board. There will be no problem; the only difference will be the degree of injury."

"That's true. In any case, let's prepare for the aftermath of the royal tomb."

"Yes."

They reached a consensus: whatever demons may have lurked inside, their lives are now on a countdown.

Meanwhile, the team in the deepest room breathed a sigh of relief. That iconic radiant sword piercing through the dome was too recognizable; there was no third wielder in the world, and besides, such an imposing and domineering aura was unique to that one person.

In an instant, a huge square gap appeared, and Vlame, holding the seal of the Water Mirror Demon, jumped up and down, shouting:

"Master, we're here."

A head emerged from the hole, revealing a face that was none other than the one that Frillie knew.

"As long as you're okay."

She was initially worried, but then sincerely praised, "It seems you have won, Vlame. Congratulations on defeating the powerful demon and achieving great merit."

"Thanks to everyone's help, and my master's healing."

"But it's not very well-behaved."

That being said, when the silver-haired girl flew down, the Water Mirror Demon stopped struggling; to be precise, it trembled, as the enemy's oppressive aura enveloped it first, as if it were in purgatory.

Why does the other person give me the feeling that they are constantly burning? Because if I touch them, they will turn into kindling.

Frillie glanced at everyone and then showered the others with a wave of healing sunlight.

Any wounds that are irradiated will heal instantly, along with hidden injuries, and even eliminate some long-standing sequelae, comprehensively improving physical condition and soothing the soul.

Although the magic is rapidly gaining popularity, the original user is still the most effective, as others cannot match the Soul King's stats.

Some people even fall back asleep in the comforting warmth, and probably won't be able to wake up for a while.

Whatever.

It's safe now.

Meanwhile, the excavation team made a breakthrough at the main gate. Judging from the sound, it wasn't far away. In addition, Vlame and his group had cleared the route beforehand, so it was estimated that it would only take a short time to run the whole way. The outcome was already decided.

The rescued group immediately expressed their gratitude, saying, "Thanks to the chairman's early digging, I really didn't want to stay here for another minute. Everything here is so strange."

"Speaking of which, the Water Mirror Demon seems to have copied some of my power, so I have to apologize to you..."

"No, no, no, it's because we were too weak, and besides, we've already taken care of it."

To be honest, they were a little scared of the silver-haired twin-tailed elf. Even though the actual combat strength was vastly different, the clone's cold fighting attitude was probably inherited from the original. The demon was probably crushed to death by the domineering magic.

The master and apprentice began to examine the spoils of war.

In their eyes, no antiques, gold and silver jewelry, or other such things could compare to the Water Mirror Demon, a treasure from the mythical era.

Bang, bang!

Sensing the enemy's gaze, it began to struggle again.

However, no matter how hard they tried to break through the barrier, it was useless; it was a sealed cage set up by Vlame.

Her mastery of barrier techniques was first-rate, forging a path different from her master, Frilian, and she was particularly skilled in sealing. The Water Mirror Demon, exhausted and physically fragile, was helpless and instinctively fearful.

"We can't expect you to maintain the barrier indefinitely, can we? Let's try a different approach."

"Master, my magic can't withstand precise manipulation right now. If I let it run wild, it will create a bunch of clones and escape in the chaos, right? That would be a real problem."

“I’m not good at barrier sealing, so I can’t replace you for now… Let’s try a different approach and take complete control of it.”

"How to do?"

"It's difficult in some ways, but easy in others. The key is that it will destroy the unique form of the Water Mirror Demon, which would be a pity for such a one-of-a-kind item."

"Don't hold back, this demon deserves to be reformed."

Vlame had no good impression of such an enemy; it was a desecration of his master's lofty image, and it had been wreaking havoc in the Tomb of the Fallen King for many years. It had to pay a heavy price.

She held the barrier sphere in both hands and faced it toward Frilian's hands; the two were ready.

The silver-haired girl slowly extended her right hand, igniting a cluster of flames at her fingertips—weak yet full of power.

The flame, though faint, contained boundless power; a single glance was enough to send shivers down one's spine, as if a vast world were revealing only the tip of an iceberg to the onlooker. The onlookers stared in disbelief. What kind of power was this? It truly existed in reality!

click!

Frilian's hand passed through the barrier effortlessly without breaking it; the seal, powerful enough to imprison monsters from the mythical era, seemed to be transparent and nonexistent.

First Flame, burn!

She grabbed the Water Mirror Demon, her soul power permeating it.

The next moment, it let out a mournful cry, struggling violently but unable to escape the silver-haired girl's grasp. At the same time, Vlame increased the sealing power, giving the creature no chance. With the master and apprentice working together, there was no enemy who could escape.

"Since you understand replication, carefully feel my power. Create an empty shell of a replica with a higher limit, and then I will replenish its soul. That is your value."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Water Mirror Demon disintegrated, its shattered body forming a hazy white shadow.

It was forced to sacrifice its entire original creation to produce an unprecedented replica, in which its own self was annihilated.

The overwhelming magic terrified the onlookers, who admired the two's audacity—this was the mindset of researchers, actively guiding the replication.

Even so, it's still just a little short.

Stuck in the final shaping stage, unable to move forward, it remains vague and unshakeable, with a slightly shorter outline of Frillie, but unable to break through the final step.

194

Chapter 194 Blood, Flesh, and Soul Fusion.

"Master, this thing is about to break down."

Even though Vlame deliberately released the seal to allow the magic to flow and increased the barrier to the size of a normal person, it still couldn't reverse the impending collapse of the Water Mirror Demon.

To be precise, it's a copy.

The very essence that belonged to the monster was shattered, and it was reforged into another form under the flames of Frilian, forever frozen in a fixed posture. Logically, this should be how it should be, but somehow things don't go smoothly, and it seems on the verge of collapse.

Although we don't know what kind of power she possesses, the mere Water Mirror Demon is clearly not a true representation of her.

"As expected, more ingredients will do."

"The embryonic skeleton is complete enough. I will fill in the blood, flesh, and soul. Be careful to keep the seal stable and don't move around."

The silver-haired girl deliberately cut off her right index finger and threw it to the hazy white shadow to be swallowed up.

what?

Knowing her master's healing abilities were extraordinary, Volame wasn't worried about her injuries, but rather about the finger she'd glimpsed earlier that resembled squid tentacles. Had she mistaken it for something else? Or was it some kind of mysterious ritual she was unaware of? Something felt off.

Frilian thought she couldn't find better meat, so she simply cut off a part of the ancient god and mixed it in. As long as it was separated from her, it would not be in danger and would become an excellent material for alchemy.

The effect was outstanding; the white shadow stopped swaying instantly and rapidly changed and stabilized in the shape of its original form.

However, its pale appearance is quite unsettling.

"A little more blood."

She slashed her wrist, and the blood, fragrant with flowers, flowed into the shadow. The power of the Sakura Dragon was relatively weak, but more suitable than the blood of the ancient god. To be on the safe side, she chose it as the energy flow for the replica.

After this step, the phantom regained its color, and apart from the hazy white mist floating on its skin, it was only slightly shorter than the real body.

"Very good, but it's a pity you can't withstand the King's Soul. Then let's add some fragments."

Frilian tapped her temple with her newly grown index finger, pulling out a wisp of flame, symbolizing a wisp of the First Flame being given to another vessel.

Three powers were integrated into the framework. From now on, the Water Mirror Demon no longer existed, and only the most powerful Phantom Demon in history slowly rose to his feet. His eyes were bright and piercing, his aura imposing, and his magic power vast and flawless.

However, it cannot speak, and its expression is generally blank.

Forget it, clones can't talk anyway. As long as you're strong enough to stand on your own, you're perfect for this naturally suited job.

To guard the house and property.

The ever-growing elven town needs an additional powerful figure on standby 24/7 to guard it.

“You can go all out now, Vlame.”

Even after the seal was removed, it remained very obedient, blinking its big eyes as it surveyed its surroundings, and those who felt its gaze were startled.

It was devoid of any emotion, only the most basic wariness. It was probably not the type to launch an attack proactively, but its power was still not to be underestimated; it was like being roared at by a ferocious beast, likely far surpassing the Great Demon Clan.

Just as everyone was in shock, they suddenly saw Frillie hand the other person a staff.