Frilian at Elden Ring

Although he was panting, he was secretly delighted.

In any case, they have a better chance of winning. At the very least, they need to kill that girl named Vlame. Otherwise, they can't imagine how terrifying the growth rate of someone who inherits the mantle of the gods and is short-lived would be.

Plans can't keep up with changes. In an instant, the silver-haired elf stepped forward, his powerful twin swords slamming down like a door.

clang!

He caught it, but he caught a mountain. The force of the impact made his arms go numb, and the strong demon warrior was sent flying backward, crashing into a ravine.

After defeating the obstacles, Frilline turned to her personal guard, her icy gaze terrifying even to the demons. Why was the General sent flying with a single blow? Was she actually a warrior? What happened?

They didn't have time to think it through, because the sharp blade was spreading out in concentric circles of ripples.

Layer upon layer of radiant stones shot out in arcs, empowered by soul attacks, completely unafraid of defensive barriers, and would severely injure anyone who hit them.

The demon mages were almost in despair. Why hadn't she used the same spell repeatedly? They couldn't predict it, couldn't defend against it, couldn't break through it. They were being destroyed one-sidedly from start to finish, and their side had less than 5 people left, about to perish.

"Stop it!"

Yunus, dragging his wounded body, attacked from behind, shattering the silver-haired figure with a single blow. Was it an illusion? His true form reappeared, floating in the air, giving off a strong sense of foreboding.

"How could someone with such an upright and honest style do this?"

"See? Vlame, that's why the enemy was so foolish as to fall for it."

She even casually gave her apprentice some extra lessons, but the magic didn't slow down at all, completing its condensation. A gigantic dragon vaguely appeared behind Frillian, roaring, its blood-red maw wide open:

The White Dragon's Breath, which also has the effect of solidification, is very suitable for dealing with a mage's barrier in reality, instantly overwhelming them.

Boom!

Rather than being defeated, it's more accurate to say that crystallized mineral veins suddenly appeared on the ground, engulfing the body, and the sharp and hard ore ground up the flesh, leaving no trace of the corpse.

Yunus, now alone, froze, overwhelmed by a profound loneliness. What should he do? He couldn't find any allies, hadn't touched the enemy, and hadn't inflicted any damage. What options did he have left?

Vlamé, who witnessed all of this from high above, was deeply shocked, as he held the power of life and death over his teacher, Frilian.

The so-called general was kept alive until now because he intended to be a target for him. As for the other so-called elites, he would just kill them whenever he felt like it.

"So demons can be this insignificant."

85

Chapter 85: Frilian's Real-Life Fame Battle.

Yunus glared at the elf and the human with gritted teeth, his anger barely contained, his teeth itching with hatred.

He wasn't stupid; he had a pretty good idea of ​​what had happened: Why hadn't Azart returned? He probably ran into a tough opponent while on a mission to massacre the elven village, which led to the complete annihilation of his army.

Those people are beyond saving.

Now the God of Slaughter has appeared before me, killing hundreds of demon soldiers with a single move, and is now facing off against me and my personal guard. His fighting style is both deadly and lazy; he's spent these last few rounds training his disciples, using them as practice subjects.

Now Yunus's only remaining personal guard has been wiped out. Although some auxiliary troops still survive, how can cannon fodder be considered as combat power?

This was the first time in all my years of service on the front lines that I was in such dire straits.

The demon army was advancing triumphantly, but then encountered an unexpected obstacle. Why? Was it because Azaert had provoked the elven village in advance, causing the entire front to collapse? No, the blame lies with Frilian.

At this moment, the silver-haired elf girl stood still, her twin greatswords outstretched, displaying extraordinary prowess and unparalleled power.

On her back, Vladimir raised her staff, its beam of condensed light clumsily, but no one dared underestimate the potential for a sneak attack when facing the strongest level of magic.

come on.

Yunus roared and charged forward, his greatsword extending a hundred meters in sharpness, but Frilian easily leaped aside. At the same time, a fully charged beam of light shot out, forcing even Yunus to parry; in just a few exchanges, the child's accuracy had greatly improved.

Suddenly, a figure loomed over them.

The greatsword crashed down, creating a huge crater in the ground. At the last second, the demon warrior rolled away to avoid it.

He then witnessed Frilian's staff shoot out of the Radiant Stone Shard.

Roll over again.

After creating some distance, Frilian unleashed another Angelic Beam attack. As she swung her greatsword, beams of light rained down, accompanied by numerous magical meteors. The Radiant Sword Array protected her body, providing impenetrable defense and suppression—it was completely oversaturated.

To onlookers, the figures of the two girls were completely obscured, with only magic bombarding them relentlessly. There were countless different types of magic, and the amount of magical power consumed was impossible to estimate.

Anyone with eyes could see that killing a great demon in an instant was no problem, but he insisted on creating an opportunity for his disciple, resulting in a cat-and-mouse game.

A dignified mage from the Age of Gods would actually be willing to fight like this?

Money can't buy it, I'm happy with it.

What incredible luck did Volamey have to become an apprentice? And he's probably the most ethical magician among them.

She only needs to cast spells whenever she has them, while Yunus has to consider many more things. He must constantly dodge Frilian's bombardment, and whenever she thinks he's moving too fast, he cuts a wound to slow her down.

"You're too arrogant. You're even worrying about an apprentice during the fight. She'll get you killed."

"You're wrong. It's because you can't imagine the scenario of protecting others, so you can't imagine a stronger force, which is why you're so weak."

"Don't look so nonchalant!"

Unfortunately, the demons couldn't refute the elven girl's words.

Frilian, who is putting her protection into practice, has shown an unparalleled power, probably ranking among the best in the world. This is a truth for a race that worships power, as they cannot imagine the power she has unleashed to protect it.

Witnessing the enemy's exasperated state, Vlame smiled triumphantly, his long-suppressed resentment vanished, and he found the path he should take.

correct.

She is as strong as a teacher, able to protect whomever she wants, saving the elf village and a dying little girl. Even the arrogant demons cannot shake her resolve.

"Your firing rate is too slow, you won't be able to keep up when we're chasing you later, so coordinate with my magic flow."

Their magic resonated together, the small column of smoke merging with the large column, complementing each other perfectly. The surging killing intent was even stronger; now, the ferocious beast protecting its cub would only launch an even more terrifying attack.

To be honest, even the remaining auxiliary troops are starting to back down.

Anyone who glanced at that magic, which seemed capable of covering an entire village, was terrified.

The Demon King we've all seen is this much power; could it be a powerful being who can rival him? Or perhaps an even more terrifying possibility: has another mage, like Seria, emerged from the mythical era? How many powerful beings do you elves harbor?

And when you think of the powerful elves who left behind so many legends, it's hard not to feel a bit of fear.

Yunus took a deep breath, gripped his scimitar tightly, and said coldly, "No running away. Today we must test her methods as much as possible—"

Whoosh!

Before he finished speaking, he leaned forward.

The attack was too fast; even a warrior's body was a fraction of a second too slow. Frillie's katana was deflected, the Shining Sword Array intercepted ranged support, and then the Kalia Swift Sword generated by the staff pierced her abdomen and went straight to the ground.

How could a mighty demon be pinned to the ground? The thought had barely formed when Yunus was suddenly kicked from behind, bending over in pain.

"Damn it, don't underestimate the resilience of a warrior."

With a roar, the man struggled to his feet, his wounds bleeding even more, but he didn't care anymore. Now he was fighting to the end for honor, to show you what the end would be like.

The greatsword, unleashed with a desperate strike, exploded and struck the surface of the greatsword with a resounding hum, causing Vlamé behind Frilian to cover her eyes as the gale nearly blew her away.

Yunus exerted all his strength, even causing his weapon to crack, but he couldn't budge the silver-haired girl at all; the power of her blocking was unfathomable.

"Are you really a warrior?"

"I just practice in my spare time."

Before he could finish speaking, the Sword Skeleton Greatsword completely shattered the broadsword, striking his shoulder and splattering a jet of blood.

Finally, he knelt on the ground with his head down, unable to look directly at the imposing figure.

Frillie gripped the target's horn tightly with one hand, the force so great that it couldn't budge it at all. With her other hand, she stabilized her staff and unleashed lightning, instantly paralyzing even a top-tier warrior.

“Kill him, Vlame, aim. You need to get used to the feeling of a strong man being decapitated in your hands.”

Before he could finish speaking, a beam of magic pierced Yunus's skull from the back of his head. It was swift and decisive, leaving no room for retreat.

"Teacher, I did it, thank you."

"Well done."

The once-mighty demon warrior was executed in the most humiliating manner. His corpse was trampled underfoot and pinned down with a staff by Frilian, and the killing was accomplished by a junior apprentice.

When Yunus turned to ashes, the human defenders were still in shock, unable to believe that their enemy commander had died so easily.

The loss of his unifying deterrent has completely shattered the morale of the demon army's survivors. They can still win when they have an advantage, but now they need to show their will to survive and leave as soon as possible. They must not linger in battle with the God of Slaughter any longer, or they will all be wiped out.

They hesitated for only a moment before turning and running away, never looking back.

This so-called vassal army is composed of a complex group, including some defeated and marginalized demons, controlled demons, and humans who are willing to aid and abet evil... It is wishful thinking to expect them to unite as one, and the fact that they have only managed to escape now shows that their generals are even more afraid of being punished.

What now?

Even the elite vanguard legion, which the Demon King had awarded and encouraged, was wiped out. The commanders were all dead. Who could possibly control themselves? They were out of there.

Even though only a hundred or so men fled, they displayed the imposing presence of a thousand troops. A cloud of dust retreated from the North Wind Fortress, creating a comical scene. They had come to swagger and show off, but now they were utterly defeated.

"We can't let these guys get away and continue causing trouble."

"Frilian murmured."

Vlame impatiently reminded him, "Teacher, do you still have enough magic?"

“That’s enough. Also, remember the soul magic I mentioned to you before? I’ll show you a basic attack: Tracking Soul Crystal.”

Whoops!

With her staff raised high, Frilian unleashed one crystalline cannonball after another. Once launched, they were no longer needed, as the enemy's soul reactions were automatically targeted and covered individually. Moreover, the sheer number of cannonballs was enormous, making it both luxurious and efficient for someone with powerful magic.

Without exception, all the fleeing monsters were overwhelmed.

The rumbling explosions left people in a bloody mess. Even if the mage cast a defensive barrier, it was useless, because the crystal blocks had a crushing effect due to their large mass, and could easily shatter any defenses with a powerful attack.

It's pointless to try to deceive with illusions, because it recognizes the soul's reaction.

An explosion in mid-air engulfed the former demon camp, overturning flags, tearing tents apart, leaving behind a bloody mess and ruins.

People finally understood Frillian's magical style: wide-range.

Forget about precision and quality. Only those who are less skilled like to be meticulous. A powerful mage should be a human cannon, capable of destroying city gates with every shot, without needing to consider so many things.

The silver-haired girl raised her staff and shook it, unleashing a barrage of Radiant Stone Shards, Radiant Stone Curves, and other magical materials.

Don't assume you can adapt to your own combat rhythm. A constant stream of magic is the best countermeasure. Use information overload to counter intelligence leaks.