Frilian at Elden Ring

On the other side, a group of people with pointed helmets exuded an even more terrifying aura, as deep and dark as a prison, vaguely comparable to the divine beings he had witnessed before. What kind of monsters had suddenly appeared?

Roar!

With a piercing roar, all the mixed-race individuals' eyes blazed with fury!

Influenced by their leader, the lion hybrid, they have incorporated the power of madness into their roars, making them even more frenzied.

Melina warned, "Frilian, be careful of that roar. It can easily drive people insane and turn them into prisoners of the mad fire. You must eliminate the liberator first."

"Then let's finish this quickly—"

"It must be in the direction of the coastal prison. I'll take you there, and we'll take it down."

Since Edgar had volunteered to be her guide, she was happy to oblige, and the two quickly climbed the city wall towards the outermost point of the outbreak. To catch the thief, first catch the king; they needed to eliminate the leading lion hybrid.

Their figures quickly disappeared from sight, their swords pointed at the leader.

The remaining people focused on dealing with the other hybrids, especially preventing them from escaping and causing harm to the surrounding area.

Go to war!

The city lord's personal guards rekindled their fighting spirit and charged at the enemy without regard for their own safety, prepared to fight to the death.

However, they were far slower than the Farron Undead Legion. Every time the greatsword struck, it took down a hybrid. They advanced, leaving corpses in their wake, unstoppable and invincible.

Occasionally, a few desperate bastards would overpower a teammate and tear him apart with sheer numbers, but the next moment, amidst flashing sword light, he would stand up again, his injuries fully healed.

He truly deserves to be called an immortal monster—no, a hero.

The Black Blade Assassin roams behind enemy lines, his Death Rune daggers striking with deadly accuracy, leaving no trace.

As for the noble soldiers' skillful finishing blows, they followed the two powerful vanguards to ensure the stability of the battle line, since the lack of teamwork and positional suppression had to be made up by their soldiers.

Simple and efficient.

The Royal Guard realized that the reinforcements had simply crushed their way in.

With their strength, probably no one could stop them. Those bastards on the outskirts of Moen City are nothing to worry about; they'll likely all become victims of their blades. They're truly a group of brave warriors, and their courage is truly exhilarating.

Both sides admire each other; on one side are the city's defenders who have held out until now, and on the other side are the reinforcements that have marched in. Now they are fighting side by side.

Since that's the case, the guards might as well protect the young city lord, since they wouldn't be on the front lines of the battle.

"Lady Elena, who are they?"

The blind girl was taken aback by the familiar voice of the head of the guard. After a moment of thought, she could only reply, "It is a reinforcement force that has united in the east of Ningmgfu."

She won't mention the issue of stance, believing that this war will reveal who the true king is.

"Let Frilian take command?"

"Yes, the Black Knife Assassin and the Farron Undead Legion are her subordinates. Although she is a Faded One, I heard that she defeated the Tree Guardians, the Death Bird, and the Tibian Calling Ship, saving many lives."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers of Moen City looked at each other. Apart from the Tree Guards, who were on a similar side, the others were indeed worthy of applause for being defeated.

And the Great Tree Guardian is squatting in the King's Chapel; if he doesn't attack you, who will he attack? You decide the outcome.

However, they keenly realized that the team led by Frilian was on the opposite side of Greck's...

How should we view this relationship?

Chapter 46 Obtaining the Greatsword of the Sword Remains

Beside the prison on the edge of the Moen city wall.

Looking down at the coast from this high vantage point, one could see a lion hybrid with fiery eyes roaring to the sky, its once lean body now bulging with muscles and growing much taller.

It glared fiercely at Frilian and Edgar on the city wall and roared defiantly.

No doubt about it, one was an obstacle that Madfire wanted to kill, and the other was someone he wanted to demonstrate Madfire's power to; either way, it was just a way to vent his madness. With this thought in mind, the lion hybrid picked up a strangely shaped weapon, the Greatsword of the Skull.

A legendary sacred object that can comprehensively enhance the user's attributes in a short period of time.

The two slowly walked down the stairs.

"I know how powerful Lady Frilian is, but if possible, please allow me to personally cut off its head later, and especially to reclaim our sacred relic?"

"That sword?"

“Yes, even if we lose Moen City, we must retrieve the Greatsword of the Skull from the Defiled. It represents the pinnacle of limb-splitting technology in weaponry, carrying too many symbols, and should not fall into enemy hands.”

"Of course, you can take the lead first. I'm a mage, and I'll support you from the rear and provide assistance if necessary."

Since Edgar insisted on it for the sake of honor, she was willing to cooperate.

Retrieving the sacred relic for the host should be one of the tasks, and at the same time, it's good to build a good relationship with the city lord to avoid becoming enemies after revealing one's stance.

The next moment, the man in silver armor raised a long halberd, exuding extraordinary aura. In particular, the seemingly simple weapon contained astonishing energy, being a result of countless forging stones fused together.

+8 Enhanced Halberd.

It is already extremely rare, and you might not be able to find one in the entire Nymgford region.

It is conceivable that the noble families of Moen City have a long history of learning and scholarship, and such a weapon could not have been accumulated in just one or two generations. The amount of materials consumed alone is astronomical.

Sensing the threat, the lion hybrid pounced.

Immediately afterwards, the greatsword and the halberd collided, a crisp sound rang out, and the shockwave caused the waves to recede.

The two mortal enemies, neither willing to yield, began a high-speed attack, their movements swift and fierce. Their figures crisscrossed the coastline, carving out trenches as flames and storms tore through the landscape.

Edgar's offensive was fierce.

There's no need for Frilian's support for the time being, Melina, who was standing next to her, explained:

The city lord is a knight who lost his homeland, a successor under the Storm King. After the First King's conquest, his subordinates naturally lost their master and were thus called "lost homeland". However, since they were all once invincible warriors, they were favored by various forces and were knighted.

"...You will meet more knights who have lost their homeland in the future. They are the best of the best knights and may become heroes in the future."

According to the simplest and most basic division of the border area: soldiers, elites, knights, and heroes are considered ordinary people.

Beyond that lies the realm of divinity, which is immeasurable and beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Therefore, comparisons are often made using legends, with the greater fame of one leaving a stronger impression.

boom!

Suddenly, the lion hybrid raised the Greatsword and unleashed the combat skill [Vengeance Oath], causing all its attributes to surge for a short period of time.

It grinned arrogantly.

"How dare you defile that sacred relic! You deserve to die!"

Enraged, Edgar then felt an enormous sword sweeping towards him at terrifying speed. In the nick of time, he used his halberd to block the attack, but his body was thrown back, losing his balance.

The monster leaped high into the air, ready to smash down, but a curved object flew through the air and sliced ​​off an arm in an instant, causing it to fall to the ground in pain.

He quickly got into position to steady himself, not even having time to give his teammates a grateful look, the attack had been too swift.

My hand is throbbing with pain!

Despite the pain and the prodigious bleeding after losing his arm, the lion hybrid still picked up the Greatsword, its mane replaced by raging flames, and its eyes released wisps of fire that ignited the surroundings.

Its aura is even stronger than before; perhaps it should be called the Mad Lion of Fire at this moment.

Edgar was determined to kill the thief but was powerless to reverse the situation. The injuries and exhaustion he had accumulated over the past few days were now taking effect, and he was probably no match for the hybrid...

Suddenly, a warm, sun-like feeling enveloped me.

The healing magic replenished the body's condition in time; otherwise, given the monster's ferocity, it would have certainly pressed its advantage. Now, it must consider another matter: Frilian has officially entered the battlefield.

"Lord City Lord, you should step back a little. This guy is in danger right now."

"Alright, but be careful. The Greatsword of the Skull is a legendary weapon, sharp and heavy, and difficult to fight head-on. It has also activated its combat technique, so be sure to keep your distance."

late!

Before he finished speaking, the mad fire lion pushed off with both legs and charged forward at high speed, even putting itself within the kill range.

Even faster was Frilian, who used her wand to deflect the greatsword with one hand and used the other to carry a fully armed knight far away.

The combat instincts and power displayed in that instant were truly remarkable.

Edgar steadied himself after a dizzying spin, instinctively touching his forehead where several strands of hair had been severed. Truly a legendary weapon; it was incredibly dangerous.

"Leave it all to me."

The silver-haired girl wielded a staff in one hand and a katana in the other, her entire body surging with magical power, causing the tide to recede and a fierce wind to rage. The arrogant, fiery pressure was pushed back, and at this moment, a hint of fear flashed in the mixed-race's eyes.

Immediately following, a tracking soul crystal was fired, and it quickly rolled away to dodge.

They could manage the attacks coming from the front, but an overwhelming killing intent was coming from directly overhead—

The Arrow Rain of Fran, arrows formed from magic, easily pierced through flesh, then were blasted apart by the crystal blocks, leaving blood and flesh flying everywhere. Even so, it still held on, and the enhancement effect remained intact.

Roar!

A defiant roar erupted from deep within its throat, and the monster, dragging its mangled body, launched a desperate charge.

Unexpectedly, Frilian also stepped forward, raising her katana with a crisp clang, forcefully knocking the greatsword of the Sword Skull out of her hand. How could the weight of a legendary weapon be deflected like that? How much force was involved?

Before the lion hybrid could even think, the Franz swift sword had already arrived.

The magical blade instantly ripped several bloody holes in the massive body, and then the katana pierced through the chest, delivering the final blow.

It collapsed to the ground, barely alive.

"As agreed, you shall make the final arrangements, Lord Edgar."

"Thank you for giving me a chance to regain my honor... No, the honor is already gone. I'm just seeking revenge against the enemy who stole the sacred relic."

The Knight of the Lost Land pierced the lion hybrid's head with his halberd, and no matter how stubborn it was, it could not struggle anymore. The evil, fiery power disappeared without a trace, and even the hidden controller was terrified.

I didn't expect the new faded one to be so strong. It only took a few breaths from the moment he made his move to the moment he was defeated. We need to think this through carefully.

Click!

Edgar cut off the monster's head, which would become a symbol of glory for the city of Moen. Then he sighed and slumped onto a rock, gazing intently at Frilian.

"The Greatsword of the Sword Remains is yours. It should not be buried in a remote place. Perhaps the royal city of Rodel is a good stage for it."

"You don't care about my position?"

While they were talking, their respective subordinates arrived after hearing the news.

Chapter 47 The Grapes of Hapoeliri