Frilian at Elden Ring

Another reason is to end the standoff on the main road as soon as possible, because the distance to the shouts of battle behind them is getting shorter.

Quick fight.

The two, seemingly of one mind, charged forward simultaneously, while arrows rained down from the towering walls of Stoneville.

The ordinary soldiers couldn't aim properly before, but now the numerous ashes have become the perfect targets. Isn't that perfect? ​​In an instant, a rain of arrows swept in, and the Night Cavalry easily crushed a large group of ashe warriors as they charged forward.

"These summoned creatures are not worth mentioning."

As they watched the ashes fall one by one, revealing the figure of a silver-haired girl, it was clear that magic was being charged up, followed by the release of a torrent of soul energy—

boom!

In an instant, the front row of Night Riders was destroyed, and the human wall collapsed. In that instant, terrifying energy slammed into Malkit. Although he managed to block it in time, he couldn't stop the torrent at all.

I felt as if I had been thrown into a turbulent current and didn't know where the shore was.

The high-powered, soul-stirring torrent reflected a deep blue light across the entire city wall and emitted shockwaves. Bricks and stones collapsed, people and horses were thrown about, and dust obscured the sun. No one knew the exact extent of the damage; they only felt the earth shaking.

With one move, Frilian declared that not only would the reinforcements from the royal city of Rodel be unable to hold the line, but she herself would also have to pay the price.

Along the outer wall.

Sensing the increasingly powerful aftershocks of the battle and the rapid pace of the Southern Army's offensive, they were impatient.

No one can mistake the light of the torrent of the soul.

In the past few days, Frilian has demonstrated her main battle magic one after another, leaving a deep impression on everyone. Moreover, no one but her possesses such an unstoppable aura. Therefore, at this moment, the deadly battle between the Burial Demon Sword and the Ominous Demon has entered a white-hot stage.

"We must do everything we can to open up the tunnel and support Lady Frilian as soon as possible. We can't let her fight alone."

Edgar ordered a general offensive.

"Your Excellency, please also make preparations."

He gave the Farron Undead Legion a pleading look, and they silently nodded. Soon after, a group of elite warriors in pointed hats and wielding greatswords arrived at the front line of the attack, even if they didn't say it, they would still go to rescue their Ashbringer friends.

"Let me see what Stoneville City is capable of after all these years."

The curious Samir hero strode forward, carrying his long curved sword, while on the other side, the black-knife assassins were already roaming the battlefield, reaping the lives of ballistae.

The high-end combat forces were about to launch a fierce attack, and the group easily broke through the final obstacle in the tunnel.

Lacking sufficient counterforce, their breakthrough would be a bloodbath, and they were close to reaching the gates of Stoneville.

Although they could not see each other, their senses extended out first, and they became aware of each other's existence.

In front of the city gate.

Most of the Night Riders and Grek soldiers had fallen, leaving only a lone figure in burlap clothes, leaning precariously on his staff, sheltering a few survivors behind him, but none of them had the will to fight anymore.

The silver-haired girl in front of him slowly withdrew her attack and did not pursue, because she was taking the time to drink medicine to replenish her strength, as the next round might be even more intense.

It's no longer time for a head-on confrontation; if we drag this out any longer, our elite team will be wiped out.

Markit said quietly, "Notify the Forge Knights in the city to set off. The final battle will still be fought by Greck. I can only weaken Frilian at most. You should prepare to retreat."

His open and honest statement can also be seen as a form of numbness.

Most people might become complacent upon hearing that their opponent is about to leave, but it doesn't matter to Frilian. Although she is not a battle maniac, top-tier experts are rare to see.

"Since you're leaving, leave behind all your tricks first."

“You fading one, you are so arrogant. This fire of ambition must be suppressed.”

Round two begins!

The two, as if on the same wavelength, charged forward simultaneously. Sure enough, the spot where Frilian had just been was now riddled with arrows. With ranged attacks, which were the mage's forte, disabled, only a mid-range duel remained as an option.

Crack! Kalia's swift sword grazed Markit's clothes, and his scepter also drew sparks across the dancer's armor.

This time, both sides focused more on dodging rather than blocking and defending, because they had figured out each other's defensive capabilities and needed to find the right opportunity to deliver a decisive blow in order to effectively weaken their targets.

Suddenly, the cavalrymen surrounded an area of ​​several dozen meters in the darkness.

Because the ranged threat of mages is blocked by crossbow bolts, they can penetrate deep into the heart of the battlefield.

Siege!

At that moment, Markit's scepter and the halberds of several Night Riders came hurtling towards her. At the last second, the silver-haired girl rolled on the spot to dodge one wave, but the next wave followed immediately. If it hit, it would be enough to turn anyone into a hedgehog.

Suddenly they clearly saw a flash of white light before their eyes, and Frilian produced a new weapon:

A long-handled hammer, imbued with the aura of frost, deflected several weapons with astonishing weight as it was swung, and the remaining blows to its body were of no consequence.

The Bordeaux sledgehammer I drew last time bought me a moment of time without being interrupted.

Unique combat skill: Endurance.

Enveloped in the white light of her combat technique, Frilian, leaning on her great hammer, unleashed freezing power, briefly slowing those around her. However, instead of breaking free from the encirclement, she simultaneously drew two staves, aimed them, and charged up: Soul Torrent!

The blue torrent fired in two directions, while Frilian spun around in place, drawing two semicircles.

His own Soul Torrent Realm had reached a level where he could not move but could change the trajectory of his projectiles, and he fiercely attacked the group of Night Cavalry.

Even seasoned heroes who had fought countless battles were killed instantly.

"Damn it!"

The unexpected losses forced Malkit to grit his teeth and avoid a direct confrontation. Without his cover, the torrent of souls unleashed its full force on both sides of the city gate and tunnel entrance—

With a loud crash, the gates of Stoneville twisted and collapsed along with the brickwork of the gate frame.

Conversely, the tunnel soldiers also suffered heavy losses and were completely unable to stop the enemy. As soon as the Southern Army rushed out, they saw Frilian stop her attack and continue to pursue Malkit, seamlessly switching between different fighting styles.

The magic's splendor and the warrior's skill complement each other perfectly, and the variety of weapons keeps the evil spirits busy dealing with them.

Boom!

Bordeaux's hammer repelled Malkitt.

He was increasingly unable to hold on, and the injuries he had accumulated were flaring up. Meanwhile, the silver-haired girl's offensive was becoming more and more intense, with her methods constantly changing and almost never repeating themselves, making her unpredictable.

Furthermore, the Night Cavalry has suffered considerable losses, and further instability could threaten the rule of the royal city.

It seems the only hope is that Grek and his group can hold out in Stoneville, as the fortress still has a clear advantage, provided the city gates aren't damaged further...

At this moment, the Farron Undead Legion filed out to form a human wall to protect Frilian. The remaining Night Riders and Grek soldiers who tried to advance were hesitant to act, as they were no less than a heroic legion.

Why is it that a mere newcomer, a faded being, can recruit so many powerful individuals under his command?

While hesitating, Frilian, who was providing cover, raised her staff to gather power.

An astonishing magical power was gathering, and everyone knew that something terrible was about to emerge. The city's defenders either hid, attacked, or fled.

Those who dared to attack were cut down by the Fran warriors, and in a matter of moments, the spell, infused with maximum magical power, was formed:

Crystallization scattering!

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change; in the hands of the all-around exceller Freyland, crystal scattering undergoes a transformation.

A huge white crystal sphere suddenly condensed in the air, then became covered with fine cracks and shattered into countless crystal fragments.

Each one of them is comparable to a crossbow bolt.

Covering the city gates in a fan-shaped pattern from above, the attack swept over the guards. Ordinary armor offered no protection; the attack even pierced through shields, killing them instantly without any chance of resistance.

If it's instantaneous damage, they can withstand it; at least the elite troops can hold out for a while.

What's terrifying is that the heavily modified version of Frillian has been significantly enhanced in terms of rate of fire, coverage area, penetration, and endurance.

It hasn't stopped yet!

A deadly white rainstorm blanketed the city gates, relentlessly plunging the cavalry into serious injury, leaving many wounded, their bodies riddled with irregular crystalline fragments and dripping with blood.

Markitt could only shield some of the enemy for his men.

The remaining Grik soldiers were not so lucky. Weak and unprotected, they fell like wheat being harvested in the magical bombardment, losing their lives in droves. It was a one-sided harvesting operation.

Is this the battlefield dominance of a mage?

Once protected by an impenetrable wall of enemies like the Farron Undead, they can unleash their power without restraint.

To be precise, it destroyed the dominance of the Demon Sword, just as the Full Moon Queen once blocked the Golden Tree army, demonstrating the extreme destructive power of magic.

Boom!

Amidst the explosions, there were hardly any standing figures. The Southern Army, who had just emerged from the tunnel, were able to set up the bare minimum of shield formations. Even though their commander hadn't explicitly stated it, they knew it was a hard-won opportunity to gain ground. No wonder it was Lady Frilian.

At this moment, they officially broke through the outer wall defenses of Stoneville and reunited.

The offensive continued, and the silver-haired girl raised her staff, leaving countless witnesses speechless and in disbelief.

"What is she going to do?"

"No, this angle of elevation is simply impossible—"

Facts speak louder than words; the power of the crystalline scattering was indeed aimed at the city wall, drawing a beautiful arc as it fired down on the towering wall from above, providing suppressive fire.

They never imagined that one day their walls, as high as small hills, could be hit by attacks from the ground.

Previously, only the defending troops could deal with the ground forces, but now, caught off guard, they suffered heavy casualties because even basic protective gear was inadequate, amplifying the impact of the attack and causing rivers of blood to flow.

Countless people fell from the city wall and were smashed to pieces, creating gaps in the defenses.

No.

Markitt was shaken and could no longer allow Stoneville to suffer further losses, just as Frilian relaxed her pressure on the front lines.

At that moment, he aimed at the silver-haired girl and charged out, but unexpectedly, two Fran warriors blocked the scepter in front of him. They were indeed somewhat skilled, but not enough.

With his other hand, he gathered a lightsaber to slay those who stood in his way, but they did not retreat, and his injuries healed rapidly.

"So the Immortals were real after all."

Before the battle, Markit had heard about the Battle of Hyde Fortress. After all, the Undead Legion of Alfonso had been killed in the battle that brought them true fame, and each of them had shown strength beyond that of heroes. It seemed that the intelligence was true and that they were all very threatening.

“I advise you to leave, Markitt. ​​This is not your battlefield, unless you want the Night Riders to be wiped out.”

With one hand maintaining the destructive power of a legion-sized magic spell, Frilian still had time to take out her katana, returning to the initial battle setup, which also signified her determination to issue the expulsion order.

The Southern Army must not be allowed to face both the ominous demon and the fragmented king at the same time.

When necessary, use stronger offensive magic to decide the outcome, even if the cost is that you can't mobilize the power of other accounts for a period of time.

Da da da!

Amidst a flurry of footsteps, more of the Southern Army's main force passed through the outer city wall, forming an encirclement along the main road. The offensive and defensive postures had shifted, and now they held the initiative.