Frillian in the Elden Ring

The rushing army was like a tide, and now the demigod was just a slightly larger stone in the rapids.

boom!

The Fran Undead Squad repelled Markit to prevent him from suppressing Frellen. The latter rolled over to relieve the force and stood up again. The Dragon Eater and the Kalia Knight beside him firmly blocked the gap.

She immediately drank a bottle of elixir to replenish her injuries and barely stopped the bleeding.

The effect is getting worse and worse. No matter how good the potion is, it needs enough magic power to guide it. Even if magic elixir is added, it cannot suppress the fatigue of the body.

It was too tiring to use the Sunshine Gun despite the difference in magic rules, but fortunately, one strike broke the army and reversed the situation.

"Markit, it's your turn to make a choice."

"Flillian, I'm sure you are the biggest threat to the Golden Dynasty right now."

At this moment, the battlefield entered a close combat state, and the Southern Army, which had the advantage, harvested the front row of the Royal City Army.

Even though they were stronger, they were either killed or seriously injured by the attack of the sunlight gun. The armor could not withstand the attack on the vital parts, and one after another their souls returned to the golden tree.

The rear row was suppressed by long-range fire and could not provide timely assistance.

"attack."

The order from Edgar released the long-suppressed morale. At this moment, Nimgefu and Lienia's most elite legions shared the same hatred and rushed into the enemy's central army formation.

There were crackling arcs and a burning smell everywhere, and a large area of people had fallen down.

Many of them still had fighting spirit. Even lying down, they would forcefully reach out to grab weapons and struggle to their feet. You can imagine how formidable they were. Unfortunately, they were all defeated by the Southern Army's finishing blows, giving the Royal City Army no chance to recover.

A super magic spell broke the deadlock, and we must seize the opportunity to expand the victory.

"Your Majesty's magic is indeed exaggerated."

From now on, the Borderlands gained a new, renowned magic: the Sunlight Lance. Its debut was immortalized in history.

However, a qualified commander wouldn't act rashly. Upon reaching the central army formation, Edgar ordered his troops to hold their ground, using guerrilla and long-range tactics to block the rear-line Royal City troops, and to engage in entanglement and roaming as much as possible, as the true outcome of the battlefield, which could determine the outcome, was still undecided.

Boom!

On the other side of the battlefield, there were constant explosions and roars. The sound of steel clashing was like a sonata, and the many intertwined figures were more pleasing to the eye than dancing.

The two regiments fought at close range and with high intensity, to determine the winner based on their level of organization.

On one side of the coalition, led by Frillian, the Fran Undead Squad, the Kalia Knights, and the Dragon Eaters formed a formation to cover each other and adopted a relatively defensive posture.

The attacking Royal City Army was led by Markit, assisted by the elite of the Night Cavalry, Tree Guards, Rodel Knights, and Ancient Dragon Knights, at least heroic units, and they cooperated seamlessly.

"Faded, you don't understand the dynasty's essence at all."

The angry ominous demon moved faster and faster, almost shaking with anger, because the horn was absorbing souls, and some people who also fought for the golden tree lost the chance to return to the tree.

"That's a shame."

Fulilian replied indifferently while using her brass shield to block the cursed sword, causing sparks to fly.

Now she chooses to fight conservatively.

On the one hand, his magic power and status cannot withstand the waste of two magic wands, and on the other hand, he has to protect his teammates.

The elite troops in the royal city only needed to focus on attacking, while their own side, lacking in core combat power, had to provide cover from time to time. However, they couldn't easily eliminate the weaker ranks, as numbers were also important, otherwise they wouldn't be able to defend all directions.

Fortunately, the two Fire Kings made up for the gap, and both Frelian and Fran's Undead Squad were enough to hurt this evil demigod.

"I'm curious about your ambition. Is it to destroy the Golden Tree and rebuild everything?"

Market's roar received no response, as he himself was still unclear about the specific steps, but it undoubtedly made him furious. He felt that this war was full of constraints and he was extremely irritated.

clang!

Suddenly, Fulilian took the initiative to hold out her shield to block, and the rebound made him freeze and quickly defend himself.

According to experience, this guy should switch weapons and stab.

Unexpectedly, the one rushing towards him was a member of the Fran team. Although he was severely injured by the surrounding Royal City Army in an instant, his undead characteristics still allowed him to complete his mission: the big sword pierced the chest of the evil demon, splashing blood.

At the same time, the elite coalition forces rushed forward and blocked the tree guards and others, creating a brief gap.

“It’s time to get into our rhythm.”

Frielian jumped up, wielding the Sword Skeleton Greatsword. She thought it was an execution attack, but it turned out to be another deflection. The terrifying force almost made Markit lose his grip.

Crack! It was the Flame Greatsword of the Fran team member who launched an execution attack.

Not finished yet.

The silver-haired girl took another step forward and added another stab to the wound. Then a member of the French team deflected the counterattack of the curse sword, and the former attacked again... The two Fire Kings moved in unison, echoing each other, like a dance, and blood was carried away in the flash of swords and shadows.

Only they all understood the fighting style of the Fran Undead Squad and formed beautiful combined attacks to completely suppress the target.

"Oops, I was careless."

Markit cursed himself for revealing his flaws due to his impatience. In the blink of an eye, he was covered in wounds. Perhaps the time to decide the outcome had come, so his opponent was so fierce.

At this moment, the main force of the Wangcheng Army's rear line is still advancing under the firepower of the coalition forces and is about to replenish the front line.

Once they have completely established their foothold, they can also severely damage their own troops. Fulilian needs to suppress them with large-scale magic. The stormy attack is just a prelude:

The destructive thunder magic spread across the battlefield in all directions.

From this moment on, every move she made, every time she released magic power was accompanied by red lightning. Even if Markit dodged it, a bolt of lightning would extend and strike the golden army, knocking everyone to the ground.

She portrayed the magician's mass destruction power vividly.

Why wasn't it like this before? He wondered, and a chill ran down his spine. There was only one reason: Fulilian was recovering rapidly.

As a mage, this person has solid basic skills. He can refine magic power while fighting and not forget to heal his wounds. Thanks to the protection of his teammates, as long as he does not suffer new injuries, he can continue to recover, and even become more courageous with each battle.

Misjudgment.

Markit had previously thought that he could defeat the Soul Cinder King by using the advantage of team battles, but he was totally wrong.

But now, soldiers from the royal city keep dying, and the system of their own horns is in chaos. The losses are real losses, and there is not even a chance of reincarnation. Isn't it too cruel?

For a moment he was at a loss as to whether to retreat or continue.

"If you hesitate, you will be defeated—"

Suddenly, Frillian took out an ominous prisoner. The moment it appeared, Markit's heart was alarmed. As expected, the heavy pressure locked his body tightly. After being exhausted for a while, he was completely unable to struggle and finally revealed a flaw.

"No!"

The target was not herself. The silver-haired girl used the shining sword circle to hit all the elite soldiers, causing them to become unbalanced one by one.

The long-planned demigod-level magic easily broke through the defense.

Then the Fran Undead Squad, the Kalia Knights and the Dragon Eaters launched a fierce attack on them who had lost the protection of the demigod. Their swords pierced their hearts, heads, throats and other vital parts, and some of them died immediately.

The dead soul was affected by the evil horn again, which made Markit's pupils tremble and her body became weaker.

"Patch, you really sold me a despicable prop, but that's war."

"Attacking your heart is the best strategy. Your will has been shaken now."

At the last moment of the prison seal's effect, Fulilian switched her two wands again, including a new magic, which she naturally learned after watching the Full Moon Queen's demonstration.

Soul torrent.

And Comet Azrael—

The rushing blue torrent completely hit Markit's body, knocking her away and sending her flying hundreds of meters into the royal city army.

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Chapter 116 Flower Field Magic.

Armies on both sides saw the iconic figure of the evil omen demon fly out.

Two pale blue torrents cut through the sky, and parallel lines outlined the picture of heaven and earth, trying to compete with the golden tree for height. Even after the magic power dissipated, it still made people feel scared.

Who's winning?

It is not so easy to determine the winner among demigods, but there is no doubt that Markit is in a more miserable state. It was the new fragment king, Flillian, who broke through the siege and actually gained an absolute advantage in two consecutive rounds of battles.

He immediately stood up from the smoke and dust and shouted: "Hurry up and support!"

It was too late. He could only watch helplessly as the elite team without his protection retreated step by step and showed signs of decline.

The demigod wizard in the center provides magical cover, and the overwhelming ancient dead souls overwhelm the enemy, creating a perfect opportunity.

Then the flaming swords of the Fran Undead Corps, the Dragon Prayer of the Dragon Eater, and the magic sword of the Knight of Kalia attacked these enemies respectively. Even the elite troops such as the Tree Guards, the Night Cavalry, the Ancient Dragon Knights and the Rodel Knights were destroyed.

It collapsed in an instant.

After all, they withstood the full efforts of the two salary kings in a short period of time, so the loss was not unfair.

The only thing that comforted Markit was that at least these souls did not die by her side, and they went safely to the golden tree.

When Fulilian and her group were chasing the elite team, the battlefield suddenly changed:

The rear row of the Royal City Army gradually caught up and engaged in a head-on conflict with the powerful coalition forces. With the battle going back and forth, the scale of the battle escalated to a higher level, and finally spread from the ground to the sky.

A flying dragon was seen spewing fire to attack the gargoyle, and next to it was a storm eagle supporting the attack. The two sides of the battle rolled up a magical whirlwind that tore the flags apart.

boom!

From time to time, there were people falling. In such a situation, most of them would not survive if they fell into the battlefield. Because the ground was more intense, the most elite Stonewell City army and the Royal City army fought in a group, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

"For the great Majesty, for Nimgefu."

"You are just a bunch of trash from a remote place. I will kill all of you traitors."

"The Golden Dynasty will last forever!"

The shouts of killing from both sides resounded throughout the world, causing the lake to boil. Even a small part of the nearby Church of Marriage collapsed. The building that once symbolized reconciliation today witnessed the resurgence of conflict.

The old turtle lying inside sighed, feeling so miserable, then closed its eyes and fell into a state of hibernation. It was really unbearable to watch.

Only blood can end this turmoil. Now both sides are so bloodthirsty that it is difficult to hold back and they are almost heading towards the goal of mutual destruction.

For the Royal City Army, having already paid such a high price, should they stop midway? They must at least teach these rebels a lesson, otherwise the Rodel homeland will surely be engulfed in war once again.

For the Southern Army, they would sooner or later face off against Rodel. Isn't it exciting to compare themselves with the world's strongest army now? They felt Rune continuously flowing into their bodies.

Fight to the end.

Market still ordered them to stay steady and not rush too far forward.

Although he appeared calm on the surface, he was actually holding back his grief because he was about to lose several top fighters.

click!

Fulilian pulled the Sword Skeleton Greatsword from the chest of a tree guard, who then transformed into a rune. She casually flicked a smear of blood, winked at those around her, and then a large horn sounded:

Gather troops from all parts.

The well-trained Southern Army quickly withdrew from the Golden Army's formation. In an instant, the horses' hooves were galloping, the earth was shaking, and clouds of dust gathered into a formation. Under the leadership of Edgar, they were organized in an orderly manner.

As for the Lienian nobles, they also withdrew as ordered.

After this battle, they have been convinced by the legendary Soul Fire King.

She has the power to mobilize the entire south, the wisdom to plan the magic academy, and the courage to fight against demigods... She is undoubtedly a reliable monarch. We will all advance and retreat together in the future. Besides, there is no way out after making an enemy of the King of Blessing.

The armies on both sides stabilized their positions, their horses neighed, their iron hooves rubbed the ground, ready for a second charge.

Fight again?

To be honest, both sides have reached their limits, especially Market. Flillian is not in good shape as the head coach.

The heroes and strong men of each side also returned one by one. The elite troops on the royal city side returned to the army, while Mugram, Samir ancient hero, black knife assassin and others on the coalition side returned to the team smoothly.

The two teams were watching each other intently.

After a moment, the silver-haired girl spoke first: "Are you unwilling to give up? Are you not going to give up yet?"

"Of course, you killed many of our companions and weakened the power of the royal city. We shouldn't let you continue to grow stronger, otherwise we will have to fight another defensive battle."

"I heard that the Royal City still has a large number of troops, such as the divine-level power of the Dragon-Armored Tree Guards. It would be beneficial for you to hold the city walls, right?"

Markit shook her head and sighed, "That was too cruel. The two sieges of Rodel were a torment to both the attackers and defenders. War trampled upon all the achievements of civilization, leaving only barbarism. I don't want to see the most prosperous land of the Golden Dynasty go mad."

"It's good that you're not simply unwilling to retreat because you can't swallow your breath."

"What do you mean?"

"If you still have any sense, Market, listen to me and take your men home, or I will release it."