Frilian at Elden Ring

He had long been disgusted by the arrogant King of Nymgford. First, he was seized by that weak Grik, and now he was replaced by a bastard. It was outrageous!

Whether out of pride or a test, he had to confront Frilian. Despite his disdain, Monger still recognized her as a formidable competitor on the path to becoming king, and he needed to gather intelligence on her.

The magic of a top demigod converged on the blessed blood finger in the distance, its power surging.

The soldiers stationed on the other side of the bridge clearly saw a red spirit emerge in a line and took the initiative to chase after the silver-haired girl. The two fought as they retreated, heading towards Lake Yakir.

clang!

The dagger swung through the air, its blood-stained magic creating an arc-shaped attack spanning over fifty meters, but Frilian deftly ducked to dodge it. Her next step was already in the water; she had finally arrived.

Open areas offer more room for error when facing assassins.

In contrast, her magic is also suitable for large-scale battles, but she still did not take the initiative to attack.

The enemy's presence is still shifting.

"Be careful, Frilian. It's said that the Bloodfinger is backed by a cult of evil gods and blessed by evil forces. Moreover, they are very well hidden and there is little information about them. Use the safe tactics you are good at, and don't fall into their trap easily."

Melina reminded her.

She wished she could help, because the other party was indeed strange, but unfortunately she could only watch as the silver-haired girl fell into danger.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the guy behind me too."

"You arrogant bastard! You dare to challenge me?"

Before he finished speaking, Nelius rushed forward, his sharp dagger extending with a cursed edge.

Frillie parried precisely with her brass shield, while at the same time her staff unleashed a magic sword that swept precisely across the enemy's thigh, disrupting his mobility. However, the latter managed to neutralize the attack with his powerful magic.

It's a very high-level blessing, even taking resistance into account. The defensive power is unexpected, and it must have been specially adjusted to target mage enemies. It was definitely aimed at me.

Click!

The curse on the dagger touched her and deflected her trajectory, triggering the 24/7 distorted light barrier.

Ordinary magic can't even harm the main body.

The rapid exchange of attacks in one round made both sides' expressions even more tense. Strangely enough, this guy's resistances are stacked really high. One is targeting the mage's weakness, the other is compensating for that weakness, a head-to-head confrontation.

"Aren't you supposed to be strong? Didn't you defeat Malkit? Why are you only showing this level of power!"

"As long as the situation is not urgent, I prefer a gradual approach to the battle."

"...So I'm not putting enough pressure on you, right?"

Upon hearing this, the silver-haired girl nodded calmly, which only made Nelius and Mongo behind her even more furious. "You have angered me. You may become the first fragment king to be besieged and assassinated. Those soldiers will witness your death."

Before he could finish speaking, another series of intrusion notifications appeared, indicating that a total of four Bloodfinger members had joined the battle. Although they were far less powerful than the Blessed Ones, they were still troublesome enough.

"Fighting against overwhelming odds? But that's the nature of the battlefield."

Frillie didn't mind the high-pressure environment. Since it was a game with a margin for error, she should hone her skills even more. Little did she know that her indifferent performance was more infuriating than any provocation.

"attack."

Five bloody fingers joined together to form an impenetrable attack, pressing down on the enemy and making them almost forget to breathe.

The cursed flames engulfed Lake Yakir, forcing the soldiers on the bridge to retreat, lest they perish from even the slightest touch.

Despite being subjected to a storm of attacks, the silver-haired girl moved with ease and composure, her shield providing impenetrable defense and even deflecting attacks. Simultaneously, her staff unleashed a barrage of radiant meteors to harass the enemy, managing to withstand the onslaught.

This was a brilliant battle; the fact that one player was outnumbered did not disrupt the rhythm at all.

Even Monger, who was controlling the remotely, had to admit that Frilian's skills were unparalleled, that she was keen on parrying, and that she used the most basic magic.

He had witnessed the power of the demigods, and they all reached their peak by relying on innate strength and learning from masters. He could not see anything too basic.

In contrast, Soul King's martial arts skills are simply unparalleled. He has no powerful physique, no special blessing, and no bloodline enhancement. At present, his skills alone are enough to make the Bloodfinger attackers feel troubled.

"Then increase output—"

The winds and clouds swirl over Lake Yakir, simmering the lake's waters.

Five blood-red fingers stood in a row, pointing in unison at Frillie, their magic even more potent than before. She understood that the controller behind them was finally showing her more power; she was ready to test it.

The wills of the two demigods clashed remotely, and both chose to use their most powerful techniques.

The cursed blood flames raged across the sky, staining the clouds and seemingly obscuring the brilliance of the golden tree. Filled with evil, a touch of divine power mingled within, making it even more immense.

Frilian's power is equally extraordinary; it is an extremely pure soul dispersing and gathering into a torrent outside the body.

more than one!

Several totem arrays rose behind her, unleashing a multi-pronged torrent of soul energy never before seen in the borderlands. Only those with powerful souls could control such a level of energy expenditure. This display alone shocked Melina, who almost thought she was going to die.

Immediately afterwards, the cursed blood collided with the torrent, red and blue intertwined, and raging fire and gale together climbed into the sky, exploding with a terrifying shockwave that swept away tens of thousands of tons of lake water!

The deafening roar was enough to shake the distant Storm Hills.

95

Chapter 95 Monger's Provocation.

what happened?

The soldiers stationed around Lake Yakir were on high alert, assembling in an orderly fashion and setting up ballistae to aim at the Bloodfins.

Unfortunately, the crossbow bolt was blown away by the sweeping magic halfway through its flight, almost bouncing off.

That was a battle they absolutely could not intervene in. The azure torrent and the cursed blood energy collided with each other. The former repelled the evil power with a thunderous boom, and the situation became one-sided, with the latter unable to continue.

Frilian stepped forward and increased her output again.

call!

Her soul power poured in like a waterfall washing over the earth, instantly shattering the magical protection of the five Bloodfinger members and sending them flying, severely injuring them.

Then the azure torrent subsided, and the silver-haired girl, who could control it with ease, still stood there, leaning on her staff.

Behind Frilian, the lake water evaporated, revealing a dried-up riverbed. Rain began to fall from the sky, the raindrops rising from the evaporating lake. The dragons that once roosted there fled, howling as they left, not daring to linger. They couldn't afford to provoke a collision on either side, so they slipped away.

The most seriously injured was the leader, Nelius, who had a large hole in his abdomen; an ordinary person would have died long ago.

The wound didn't bleed at all!

On the contrary, the strange power continuously repaired its flesh and blood, forcibly making it stand up. Its eyes lost their luster and brilliance, making it look more like a flesh puppet than before.

"No matter how many times you defeat me, it won't matter. This is the blessing of blood."

"You're all show and no substance; you're not yourself anymore."

"What do you know? The most important thing is to have the power to create results in the border areas; nothing else matters."

Nelius waved his hand. "You all, get up too—"

Before he finished speaking, the other four summoned Bloodfinger also stood up, but their bodies were not repaired and they were practically walking corpses.

Click!

Suddenly, one of them was pierced through the chest by a sharp blade, then decapitated. His headless body stumbled and fell into the lake. Behind him stood a man in a cloak wearing an iron conical hat, his posture upright, poised to strike.

Bloodfinger Hunter, Yura.

"I apologize, Your Majesty, for interfering in your battle so rashly. But I couldn't stand by and watch, and I do have some grudges against these guys."

"Any variables are necessary on the battlefield, and I welcome you."

Frillie didn't mind anyone interfering and readily welcomed them; after all, having another helper who didn't have to take responsibility was quite nice. The two sides were strangers who had just met, and each could simply take charge of one side of the battlefield.

Bloodfinger, now on guard, wouldn't let Yura launch a sneak attack so easily. One of his members went out to fight him, and the sounds of fierce fighting echoed throughout the room.

His feud destined them to fight each other, especially since everyone in the border region knew that these hunters of the Faded Ones were notorious and difficult to deal with. They exerted some kind of special influence behind the scenes and were like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

However, the silver-haired girl remained calm throughout, unmoved by the sneak attack.

It's now a three-on-one situation.

Most people would have lost their temper and launched an attack, but Frilian remained wielding her shield, moving around in a standoff, preferring to observe and remember the enemy's movements rather than being a battle mage.

"You bastard, stop dawdling. I'll kill you right now."

The power of cursed blood enveloped the three Blood Finger cultivators, whose magic had reached its peak. In the next moment, they moved together, so fast that they carved a trench in the lake's surface, piercing through it like a sharp sword, striking precisely across the battlefield. However, the silver-haired girl's brass shield easily blocked one attack, and her staff parried another.

Such immense strength, unfathomable and impossible to shake. Just how much energy is hidden within this petite body?

Bounce back!

In an instant, she flung away two bloody fingers, for Nelius's dagger was aimed straight for her throat, missing by a hair's breadth. Even if he was fast enough, he couldn't match Frilian's movements; the next moment, the magic sword pierced her heart.

It wasn't over yet. Suddenly, the target's body exploded into pyroxene crystals, and the simplest crystal scattering achieved a subtle release within the human body.

As you can imagine, he was almost reduced to a pile of rotten flesh, and he fell into the lake with a thud, but he still managed to kneel down, staring at the person who attacked him with resentful eyes... Where is that person?

After her attack, Frilian distanced herself and moved around to observe, almost making people laugh in exasperation.

"You prefer rhythmic combat?"

"I observe the enemy closely, and further observation is the way to learn from them. The battle is not just for victory itself, but also for constantly improving one's level."

As she spoke, the silver-haired girl did not forget to initiate the Golden Oath.

Melina, watching from the side, was also intrigued. Facing a demigod-level enemy like Frilian, she fought with reckless abandon, giving it her all, much like her previous battle against the Ominous Demon. When encountering someone of a slightly lower tier, she didn't mind controlling the pace of the fight, carefully considering her options, maintaining composure amidst action, and being both rough and meticulous.

A hasty attack won't end the battle quickly; instead, it will allow the enemy to retain more cards for a future sneak attack.

What are you going to do?

At this moment, Munger in the Blood Dynasty's Grand Palace was indeed caught in a dilemma.

Without increasing his magical output, Nelius alone wouldn't last the next round, considering his opponent is a genuine Fragment King. Indeed, his strength is undeniable.

If one wants to continue to increase their power and probe for more information, then their magical attributes are easily exposed, making King Nymgford aware of the Blood Dynasty's special existence.

Monger glanced at the enormous cocoon behind him.

In a daze, a sound seemed to urge me to ignite more magic. That's right, the faded ones with royal dignity will become enemies sooner or later. Let's test them early.

boom!

The cursed blood in Lake Yakir surged and roared, and the towering red flames caused a massive tornado that stretched from the sky to the ground.

The energy focused on Nelius alone, and in an instant his body turned to ashes. It also turned towards the half-magical creature, resonating with the distant controller through a wisp of remnant will, generating an even more terrifying pressure. It clearly aimed at the only enemy, and incidentally absorbed the other two blood fingers.

"You deserve my higher standards, the new demigod Frilian."