Frillian in the Elden Ring

The power is not great, but the main effect is delay.

"If you don't get past me, don't even think about spreading the attack to the army."

The straightforward tone of the words declared an unshakable fact, and the white dragon became even more annoyed upon hearing this. How could she, the dignified Mother of Dragons, have ever been threatened like this? She was so ignorant of the world, thinking that she was doomed just because she was corrupted?

The frustrated Guior flapped his wings, and a strong wind blew on his face, and rocks and dirt flew everywhere. This simple action was as powerful as Storm Foot.

The spirit horse dodged it easily with its nimble leaps.

Those rocks that were too large were shattered by Fulilian, and the venting attack had no effect at all.

However, it still adopted the superficially stupid method of not moving at all, and kept staring at the Confederate positions. The two sides entered a tug-of-war, back and forth, but both tried to push the aftermath to the enemy's side.

Rumble!

The shock wave created by the confrontation between the two sides soared into the sky.

One was huge in stature, the other had a large-scale magic. With each move, the ground cracked, the hills were flattened, and the corrupt and parasitic plants were uprooted by the strong wind.

The rocks under Guior's feet even shattered into dust with just one step, disappearing without a trace.

It continuously hurled violent gusts of wind, even releasing breath that left even Fulilian covered in dust. Its massive size provided an advantage, and every move carried destructive power. She had to protect both the spirit horse and the army simultaneously.

Both sides were guarding each other.

At present, she uses roaming maneuvers to hold back the most difficult Dragon Grandmother, and leave the other side to the Southern Army.

Even from such a long distance, one could hear shouts and screams, the flashing of swords and sabers, blood and flesh flying everywhere, and flying dragons falling continuously.

Faced with the dense spears, crossbows and even earth dragons, the hunting of limb-jointing nobles and dragon feasters, they were defeated step by step.

"Hooo!"

Wails and screams rang out one after another, and corpses were everywhere.

They are very experienced in dealing with enemies like flying dragons. The Nimgfu people often move around Lake Yakir and have rich experience in fighting these guys. Once they hunt on a large scale, they will be unstoppable.

Although the flying dragon also caused considerable trouble to our side, the losses were within a controllable range and did not affect the overall combat effectiveness compared to the enemy's losses.

"Charge and kill these monsters."

"None can be allowed to escape, or they will spread the Crimson Corruption."

"Be careful, there are other corrupted creatures coming—"

The Southern Army, becoming more and more courageous as the battle went on, simultaneously fought against a group of corrupt creatures such as flying dragons, crows, wolfhounds, etc., almost chasing the enemy and fighting them all. The 20,000 elite troops, united as one, were invincible.

The monsters were stunned.

Is this still the human army we are familiar with?

After grasping the rhythm of the battle, the white dragon suddenly rolled over and slid down the hillside, heading straight for the military position.

"You made the wrong choice."

Before he finished speaking, a huge dark moon also rolled down.

Guior, who had not found a chance to release his energy just now and was now eager to support the flying dragons and had exposed his flaws, became a perfect target. The next moment, the huge Dark Moon slammed into the dragon's body with a loud bang.

At the critical moment, it reacted and pressed its two sharp claws against the dark moon body, but was also pushed to the other end away from the battlefield by this force.

boom!

Both sides of the battle clearly saw Dark Moon pushing the huge body of the white dragon backwards.

Guior used his terrifying size advantage to block the attack and tried to push away the magic in return.

How could I possibly let you succeed?

Fulilian leaped high and stomped her foot onto the surface of the Dark Moon, replenishing her magic power. A surge of overwhelming energy rushed in, unstoppable, instantly causing the Dark Moon to expand twice as much, overwhelming the giant dragon's resistance.

The simple wrestling moves shook the mountains, and the entire Southern Army was shocked. They didn't expect that His Majesty's experience was so exaggerated.

At this moment, the tiny silver-haired girl was actually suppressing the Dragon Grandmother by herself. The latter used her sharp claws to resist the attack, her back kept pressing against the ground, and she raised her head in embarrassment.

The enemy's cold expression was reflected in his vertical pupils.

Dragon Breath!

Faced with this move, she immediately used ice magic, but the next moment the skin on her arm began to show red lines and quickly festered.

"So you really can breathe corruption, and you've been hiding it until now—"

Both sides took a step back at the same time. The Dark Moon, which had lost control, suddenly exploded with magic power. Ice and snow mixed with corruption fell together. It was beautiful and deadly. Such a strange scene would never be seen again in the world.

The white dragon turned over and stood up again, stretched out its wings faintly, reorganized its posture, and gave it its all.

The silver-haired girl opposite was slowly floating in the purple energy of gravity magic.

"Don't worry, Torret."

Melina gently stroked the frightened spirit horse, her eyes wandering between Guior and Fulilian. No one could intervene in this epic battle.

Sunlight therapy.

Fulilian used her best healing magic, the Corrupted Arm, to firmly suppress the scarlet corruption. The restless powers in her body that were provoked also disappeared, almost making them active.

It was true that she couldn't treat the infected organisms, but she had to exclude herself because this body was no longer a form of life.

Even if left alone, there are stronger forces to kick out the weak outsiders.

What level of accommodation do you want?

Is there really someone in the world who can easily resolve the scarlet corruption?

The silver-haired girl's reaction made Gui'or lower his brows, and a hint of nervousness appeared in his heart. The ultimate move he imagined was useless? This forced him to change his tactics.

Crystal scattering!

While thinking, Fulilian took action first. The white chips spread out like raindrops, making a hole in the ground, most of which were aimed at the dragon's body.

Guior tensed his muscles and used the strongest scales on his back to actively resist.

However, a considerable part of it still broke through the scales and pierced directly into the flesh, causing pain even to the corrupted body.

That was the magic to break the devil just now!

After coming to its senses and understanding the nature of Dark Moon, it dared not be arrogant and flapped its wings to run away.

What free range chicken.

Gravity magic pulled Fulilian into the air and chased quickly. It was difficult to fly directly at the intersection, but it was possible to set different gravity points through gravity, which was enough for her to catch up with the speed advantage brought by Guior's huge body.

At the same time, ancient dead spirits surrounded the target one after another, but this guy had mutated inside and out, and the attack effect was not obvious, or it could be said that his weaknesses no longer existed.

"Has the scarlet corruption completely replaced the flesh? The death alone would cause a great commotion."

She switched to a diversionary attack to keep it away.

Guior was not to be outdone and would retaliate with his fire breath from time to time.

Boom!

The fighting between the two sides surrounded the edge of the battlefield, outlining a circle of gullies formed by the shock wave, and the earth was shattered.

The situation on the main battlefield became clearer and clearer. Flying dragons, crows and other corrupt creatures were defeated one after another. They were completely unable to withstand the fierce attack of the Southern Army, leaving behind a pile of corpses.

"Maintain long-range suppression."

Edgar rode past the archers and ordered, "Begin firing."

Arrows rained down covering the distance.

It has limited effect on one or two corrupt creatures, but it has strong suppressive power, causing them to collapse and fall one after another, or be riddled with arrows and stumble around with their wounded bodies.

The front-row soldiers held shields and spears, as if thrusting, and once they hit the monster's body, they would poke a hole and let the monster bleed.

When they tried to fight back, they were unable to penetrate the impenetrable shield.

Some dragons planned to escape from the air, but they didn't know that what was waiting for them were the interception of Storm Eagles and Southern Army dragons, as well as the precise attacks of more powerful dragon-shooting crossbows.

The huge crossbow arrows even need to be carried by mountain goblins.

The archers are top-notch fighters carefully selected by the Southern Army. They never miss their targets and specialize in attacking aerial enemies.

"Hooo!"

Dragons kept crashing to the ground from the sky, and even those with a breath left could not escape the encirclement and suppression of the Southern Army. Even if they tried their best to release some corruption, it would not affect those who had taken moss medicine to improve their resistance.

Their thorough preparation was reflected in every aspect of their work, just like a sophisticated machine that killed its target, with each link linked together to form a stranglehold.

Everyone unites as one and attacks with all their might.

Now the corrupted creatures panicked and realized one thing:

For many years, they have been arrogant and domineering only because they are facing the Red Lion Army, which has been severely damaged and only one tenth of its vitality remains. They have been weak for many years and it is difficult to recover. That is why they are weak.

On the other hand, the Southern Army was at the peak of its history.

Their footsteps thundered across the crimson soil like the sound of war drums, tearing through the swarms of corrupted organisms like sharp knives. Furthermore, they were resilient enough that no counterattack could shake their unwavering momentum.

The blood nobles who were watching the battle from a distance were all stunned. They had never expected that the other side was so much stronger.

"The Dragon Grandmother's battle is clearly happening right next to them, how could they be so careless? They didn't even bother to look at it?"

"With the Soul Fire King at the helm, this is truly a battle of myths."

The ground was densely packed with soldiers, working together to expel the corrupted creatures. Not far away, a massive white dragon and a magician engaged in a frenzied exchange, smearing half the sky and causing mountains to crumble. Amidst the rumbling sound, countless rocks rained down.

Dragons, magic, and armies together create the most iconic epic of the Borderlands. The Battle of Dragon Grave is bound to be recorded in the history of Gayleid and even become part of the murals and reliefs.

Humans are taking back the land.

The clarion call for a counterattack against the disasters following the Shattered War, which was blown from Nimgfu, finally reached the Scarlet Territory, and really helped them break through.

In fact, this conflict was not caused by the blood nobles. Who knows why the corrupt dragons suddenly became violent?

"withdraw."

At this point, there is really no room for them to intervene, so it is better for them to go back and strengthen the Blood Dynasty Army.

The almost one-sided situation of the battle made Guior extremely anxious. If it continued like this, wouldn't the other dragons be buried with them? Even if the scarlet corruption existed, this clan had to be ensured to survive.

However, Fulilian, who was relentless in pursuit, did not give it a chance.

Various non-repetitive magic bombardments even plowed a gully to divide the inside and outside of the battlefield.

that's terrible.

It was obvious that the opponent intended to fight steadily and consume himself. Since it was difficult to kill a super giant flying dragon quickly, he should control the rhythm of the battle.

Seeing that everything was about to be destroyed, Guior made up his mind to stop resisting the magic and turned to attack the Southern Army.

Mobilizing the magic power accumulated so far, it releases an unprecedented breath of corruption!

Crimson energy emanated from his throat, like a stream of light saturating the sky. A thick, insoluble force of corruption enveloped the entire battlefield. The soldiers paused, staring blankly at the torrent engulfing them. This time, everyone was annihilated.

call!

The faster Ionian flower appeared in the sky, blocking the middle and bearing all the corrupt breath. Its petals instantly extended hundreds of meters, like a forest.

Standing on the top petal was Fulilian, holding a staff high.

"I've been waiting for this move from you."

Before he finished speaking, Kalia slashed down in an arc with his sword.

Lion chop!

The sharp blade slammed into Guior's head, and half of his face was annihilated in the magic. At the same time, the silver-haired girl riding on the Ionian flower also rushed over, and the huge white dragon's body was pressed to the ground.

This was the first time it had fallen since the war began, and the mighty Grandmother of Dragons now lay in a state of disgrace with her head hitting the ground.

The Southern Army was still in shock, having thought all was over just now. But in the blink of an eye, Guior fell to the ground, struggling, and was pinned down and hacked at by Fulilian.

Absorb corruption with Ionian flowers?

Looking at the huge flowers floating in the sky, everything is silent.

boom!

Suddenly, Fulilian, who was pressed on the dragon's back, staggered due to the shock under her feet. She saw Guior spread his wings towards the sky, and the long wind supported his broken body.

"Roar!"

The giant white dragon let out a mournful roar and then flapped its wings and took off.

The huge body was bathed in the strong wind, which blew through every corner of the scales and washed away the spots, as if it had returned to its former heroic state.