Frillian in the Elden Ring

As if to echo his judgment, Lani's Frost Moon and Frielian's Chaos Fire dyed the sky white and red, and the intense temperature and physical changes made the weapons brittle.

The two world-famous magicians use their abilities in coordination, echoing each other with maximum firepower, locking onto the enemy when they truly hit, and the raging wind and waves are the clarion call for the charge.

They released it together with telepathy.

Boom!

A swirling red and white magic wave immediately engulfed Monger's figure. At that moment, he tried to move away, but found that his body was covered with a layer of frost, making his movements slow. Then, the fire of the Chaos Wasteland filled his vision.

I didn't react at all. It happened so fast. Why? There's only one explanation:

"You have been secretly working together to cast spells and chant!"

The rhythm of the battle was so seamless that he was shocked and had to hold on to protect his clone first.

The furious Latan didn't know how to calculate, and was knocked away when he faced the enemy head-on.

Click-click——

The imposter Sons of Platinum's troops were disarmed by the aftermath, their swords, spears, and halberds shattering at the slightest touch. Without the Blood King to shield them from the shockwave, the remaining might of the God Kings swept across with ease, erasing a vast swath of the army like an eraser.

They disappeared before they could react.

Even though nothing was done intentionally, it still affected the situation. This is the dominance of demigod energy.

The Blood Dynasty also had to lie on the ground to stabilize themselves. Unfortunately, the Platinum Sons and the monsters with low IQs did not quite understand and were still standing there looking around blankly. They saw a tall ice sculpture shattered.

The appearance is very special, because half of the black wings are tightly wrapped around the body, which is obviously Monger's emergency defense.

so close.

Still frightened, he slowly folded his wings, or to be more precise, broke them. Facing Lani and Frillian's joint attack finally reached its limit, and the clone was collapsing.

At this moment they were walking towards us with big strides.

Single-handedly suppressing an entire army, the silver-haired figure with the puppet on his shoulder was full of oppression. Suddenly, she glanced at the blind spot.

The sweep from Latarn was accurately deflected by Fulilian.

"Is it getting easier? He's actually familiar with the rhythm of the strongest demigod. What a monster."

"You're next, Monger. I'll make sure you can't interfere first."

"Then give it a try."

The demigods once again fought fiercely at close range. From a distance, it seemed that there were several groups of energy crushing each other among the thousands of troops. Sometimes they maintained a balance and sometimes one side was better, and then the ground tilted to the other side.

It was obvious that Fulilian had the advantage. Every collision would cause the ground to slope towards the Blood Dynasty side, causing countless soldiers to slide down.

The situation gradually became clear.

Among all the strong men present, she was the only one who was injured the most but maintained the highest combat power. Her condition declined only slightly, and new moves emerged one after another, making Monger groan in pain and stretched to the limit. Even Latarn was affected several times.

After observing for a moment, Edgar's eyes were firm as he said, "Right now, we must seize the opportunity to wipe out the Blood Dynasty army. What do you think, Lord Jielian?"

"Well, you are the bravest Lost Knight, or Storm King Knight, I have ever seen—"

"You're all wrong. It's the Soul Fire King Knight."

With the sound of trumpets, the coalition forces advanced slowly, bending over with low steps. Although cautious, their pace was steady, like a city wall.

Even in the most chaotic moments they remained tightly organized.

Commander Edgar dared to take the risk because he was well aware of the tactical qualities of his soldiers. He had to keep these blood monsters behind, otherwise there would be endless trouble if they escaped.

"Don't think about it."

The blood nobles quickly cast magic to resist, and the two sides clashed fiercely on the front line.

Both sides knew that in the aftermath of the Demigod War, the dominant Furlin side actually needed to expand their advantage and seize the time, so this moment was the critical point where every second counted.

Any side that retains more troops may besiege the victor, so the threat must be eliminated quickly.

Suddenly, the sword danced and killed several blood magicians.

It was Millicent who shook off the blood on her straight sword. Standing at the front line with her were Blaze, Tragos and others.

The battle festival challengers returned to the battlefield. With their strength, they were the elite among the elite and easily tore through the shield formation of the Blood Dynasty.

Not only that.

A hail of arrows rained down from the high ground. This vertical attack had the Blood Dynasty army in a state of panic. Who on earth would charge into the battlefield now? It was clear that before, they were the only ones who could sneak attack others.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a bald man standing on the cliff with his hands on his hips.

Surrounding them were a few hundred thieves and archers with tattered equipment.

"The Patch Mercenary Group has come to our aid. Are you surprised, old friend?"

"What a coincidence."

"Flillian, once you kill General Shatterstar, you'll be even more famous. You'll have to pay me more. You know, I've been on this expedition."

"Don't worry, I'll give you a friendly price."

The silver-haired girl glanced at him and said, "By the way, say hello to Bernal."

She looked towards where the combat skills teacher was hiding.

In the past, I'd been so short-sighted in the borderlands that I'd assumed any enthusiastic Faded One I encountered was a demigod, and I'd overestimated Greg. Now that I think about it, there's definitely a story behind it, and it's quite significant. With the power behind both sides involved, it's more than just a simple missionary friendship.

The man in white armor behind the huge rock on the cliff sighed and said with a smile:

"Even though I tried to hide my presence so much, I was still discovered? You have good eyesight. You shouldn't be so high-profile, Patch."

"It would be bad if Fulilian thought the new strong man was trying to take advantage of the situation."

Bernal liked the time when everyone was just spending time together, but Patch waved his hand and didn't care.

"She won't mind and will just give it her all."

boom!

As expected, with a loud bang, the silver-haired girl broke through the defense with the Hammer of Hayabusa. The new magic that had never been used before but was effective caught the opponent off guard. She lifted up Monger's holy spear under the curse of blood and condensed and tracked the soul crystal block at close range.

The sharp crystal pierced his body, and he looked shocked: "Why didn't the blood curse work? At least you were bleeding just now."

"Because my soul-splitting spell is also evolving, your method is meaningless. At least this clone is not worth mentioning anymore."

"How shameless—"

The blood mark boiled again, but the next moment the crystal that had penetrated into the body suddenly stabbed.

Even the demigod-level physical strength was torn apart, bursting into crystal clear crystals while constantly distorting the structure of the life form, allowing Monger to clearly feel that it was gradually transforming into another thing, including the soul.

Not good, this is also a curse-level attack.

He would not give up easily. He took the initiative to grab Fulilian's staff with both hands and mobilized the cursed blood pollution in turn. The two sides started a wrestling match.

"Go to hell!"

However, as soon as Monger moved, he saw Lani's Dark Moon hit his chest.

The immense impact was accompanied by the silver-haired girl's staff, which transformed into a sword. The sharp edge pierced the flesh, creating a gap with a whistling sound. In a trance, he seemed to witness the roar of a snow-white, scaleless dragon. It was the magic of the Soul Fire King, restoring his defeated opponent.

The next moment, the crystalline breath suddenly bloomed in the body of a weak demigod, and the ruthless Fulilian detonated the energy.

At the same time, she used soul attacks to go deeper, trying her best to find a connection with Monger's body.

Far away in the palace of the underworld.

An ancient ghost appeared in the sky above the Blood Dynasty and murmured, "Found it, it's right here."

boom!

Monger easily defeated the clone, but the last perspective brought bad news: as he fell, the breath had not yet ended, and with a wave of the silver-haired girl's hand, he flew towards the Blood Dynasty army and wiped out thousands of soldiers in one blow.

"Although I don't like the cruel experiments of the White Dragon Hiss, it does have a set of crystallization magics, and it has already been positioned. See you later, Blood King."

The clone on the sand dune disappeared, representing the exit of a demigod.

After defeating the enemy with one move, Frillian wiped the sweat from her forehead. After all, it was not easy to reproduce the crystallization of the white dragon's breath.

The reason why more magic power is spent is to use the connection between crystals as a mark. Otherwise, the local abilities of the general border areas can be easily removed, so it is better to use the special magic of the Dark Souls world.

She looked coldly at the direction where the enemy disappeared and the huge magical wonder that remained in its place.

Although the body has dissipated, the thousand-meter-long crystalline branches that are like towering ancient trees are still shocking and astonishing.

What a winner!

They guessed that the Soul Fire King would have the advantage, but they didn't expect to eliminate one so quickly.

Even though Lani is holding Latan back now, it doesn't mean it's safe. It's an opportunity full of dangers, and the Blood King was ultimately defeated.

"May your majesty be victorious!"

The Southern Army couldn't help but cheer continuously, and their morale soared.

Although whether they can achieve complete victory remains to be seen later, it does not prevent them from gathering their strength and charging towards the Blood Dynasty's army. Power is surging, roaring like thunder, and their iron hooves are trampling over the corpses of the monsters.

The flags of Stonewell City were everywhere, fluttering in the wind, interspersed with the sound of trumpets.

Edgar took advantage of the victory and set fire to the flag in the middle of the formation. The blood nobles, who lost the signal command, immediately lost their composure.

Tried to escape but found himself lost.

The army, totaling more than 5 people, was spread all over the mountains and plains. Once the systematic information transmission was lost, the lone soldiers would be like headless flies and unable to tell the direction.

Yes, people can get lost in a crowd, let alone in a chaotic battlefield.

Click!

Before they could see clearly, the Red Lions, roaming the periphery, galloped in, piercing a Blood Knight with their spears. The powerful impact easily pierced through the breastplate, killing him instantly. This cycle repeated itself, constantly clearing out the insignificant enemies.

Jie Lian, another experienced commander, knows how to cooperate and leads the Red Lion Army to continue to eliminate the fish that have escaped the net.

As for the Sons of Platinum, there are not many left.

They were fragile to begin with, and most of them were destroyed by the aftermath of Fulilian's devastating magic. When fighting against the Soul Fire King, they were not afraid of clearing out the miscellaneous soldiers, and it was easy for them.

"Retreat immediately."

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the Blood Dynasty army had to try their best to break out.

The Blood Knights were naturally met by the elite Dragon Feasters and the Festival Challengers who had fought back. The fiercest battle on the battlefield erupted between the two sides. One side was desperate to retreat, the other to stop them, naturally going all out.

However, compared with the demigod war, it was nothing. The other side entered a white-hot stage.

In order to end the battle as quickly as possible, Fulilian used a series of killing moves, releasing attribute damage such as soul torrent, chaos flame, angel light column, etc. one by one.

She specifically selects magic that does not exist in the border area.

Under such heavy blow, Latarn retreated repeatedly, and he was able to hold on only because the Great Rune in his body quickly repaired itself, otherwise he would have been defeated long ago.

It's the limit.

If it was just a simple magic attack, it would be fine, but there happened to be Lani's Dark Moon.

The Moon Princess's demon-breaking magic and the Soul Fire King's endless tricks complement each other. Now he is facing two opponents at once, and he soon shows signs of weakness and gradually becomes unable to cope.

"I'll send you away today."

Fulilian, who had just defeated Monger's clone, was even more powerful. Her physical and mental skills were perfect, and the high consumption brought her high concentration. Each magic she cast was more exquisite than the previous one, and she was unstoppable.

A wisp of fire can burn the earth, even gravity is not cheap.

A Soul Turbulence can ignore defense and deal true damage with unprecedented penetration.

A sweeping beam of light left several wounds on Latan's body, so fast that he had no chance to react...

happy.

Even with only instinct left, he couldn't help but smile, deeply satisfied. He hadn't faced such a formidable foe in years. Compared to the Ionian War, it was even more exhilarating, as Marennia had been looking for opportunities to flourish by the end, more determined than combative.

However, Fulilian had only one principle: attack. Her attacks were never repeated, and she wasn't afraid of a one-on-many situation. She would unleash her full magical power with every strike.

Every move she made put pressure on Latan.

This was the first time he had been at a disadvantage in an attack since becoming the Star-Breaking General.

The wounds were piling up, his soul was in great pain, the bleeding wouldn't stop, his body was limp, and even the greatsword that had accompanied him in battle was becoming heavy... It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to resist, but it was not like he had never fought against a disadvantage before.

"Roar!"

With a roar, Latan once again used the Star Summoning Technique and took the initiative to attack Frillian, using the sharp edge of his greatsword to collide with the staff in the silver-haired girl's hand with great force.

"Want to destroy my staff?"