Frillian in the Elden Ring

She looked at her companions who were also ready to go, rubbing their hands, as if they couldn't wait to meet the most mysterious demigod.

"Latan is dead. One of the two elements has been met. The other half is to kill Monger and leave his body. This step can also be accomplished by Fulilian."

"So I have to try to guide it and wait for my acquaintances here."

A figure riding a fast horse rose from the horizon. It was a female gladiator, Freya.

Arrived on schedule.

A smile appeared on Leida's pretty face.

It went more smoothly than expected, which means that Lady Michaela's charm control is getting stronger and stronger. She might have ordered the guidance of Fleuryllen because she was eyeing the opportunity of hypnosis. It would be convenient if she could control the Soul Fire King's trip to the Shadow Land.

However, the premise of everything is intelligence, and Freya, as an eyewitness, can definitely provide first-hand information.

With this thought, Leida welcomed her friend who had dismounted from the warhorse.

"Hello, Freya. Now that most of Master Mikaela's followers have gathered, I will announce the next step..."

She introduced the various members and arranged for an exploration of the underground world, at least to find the Blood Dynasty first. No one present doubted that everyone was becoming increasingly enthusiastic under Michaela's influence.

Leida will lead a pilgrim-like group through the dangerous underground.

……

Lienia region, magic academy.

Led by Mugram, a large group of people at the city gate slowly unloaded their baggage. Except for the Fran Undead Squad who had been exercising vigorously, everyone looked tired.

It was a stressful job to hold off the Royal City army while tense news kept coming from Gaileed.

"Welcome back."

The one who came to greet him was Se Lian, and there was a hint of joy in his voice. After all, everyone knew that his disciple had done an unprecedented feat.

"Thanks to His Majesty for winning the Galide region, otherwise those Night Riders would have been harassing us constantly."

Mugram breathed a sigh of relief: "Now they have to shrink their front so that we can come back. They are a bunch of cautious guys."

"Anyone who knows Fulilian understands that starting a war now will only lead to the still-unsatisfied Soul Fire King personally engaging in battle. The Blessing King is no fool."

As a magic researcher, he enjoys finding enemies to test out new techniques.

Whoever steps into the muzzle of a gun will be in big trouble.

What's more, the Yatan Plateau itself was attacked by the volcano official residence and was unable to take action.

"Honestly, I was prepared to hold out until death, especially when I heard the Blood Dynasty had joined the war... I didn't expect His Majesty to stand out in that situation, thanks to Her Highness Ranee."

Whenever I think of Mugram, I still feel a lingering fear.

If something happened to the new monarch they had just joined, wouldn't everything be lost? Fortunately, Fulilian won, completely.

so close.

Se Lian said proudly, "You're worried because you don't understand Fulilian. In fact, she has so many tricks up her sleeve that even she herself probably doesn't know. There's no need to worry about her safety."

"I heard that the name of the witch next to His Majesty has been introduced to everyone. So the Life Secret Art project is intended for Lady Melina?"

"I just found out about this, but there has indeed been some progress in the research."

Seeing that the scholar was about to talk endlessly, Mugram quickly waved his hand to interrupt him. He knew how to communicate with people from the magic academy very well, so he shouldn't easily turn to professional topics.

Now that he has become the dean and is in charge of the progress of countless projects, Se Lian has a strong desire to express himself, so he has to get back to the point.

"Can the elevator be repaired?"

"Yes, but it would be more convenient if the complete symbol could awaken its own power."

"I received military intelligence from Galid: the other half of the scepter has been found in the Fortress of Pharos. Now, His Majesty has gathered the necessary passes to the plateau."

"But it will take several years to repair the elevator..."

After discussing business, the two of them headed to the conference room, where the other officers, nobles, and professors also gathered. In anticipation of the upcoming situation, the entire academy of magic was preparing to receive His Majesty's blessings and deploy a new strategy.

The situation became active. Although the strategy for the Asian Plateau was delayed, Gaileyd's cleanup work was still useful.

172

Chapter 172 How many children did Malika give birth to.

Volcano Front Outpost.

The continuous battles had left Mongget feeling a bit tired, especially since he was still operating in the form of a clone.

Although the evil demon Markit is strong enough, he is also tired of facing disgusting enemies such as the fire slime and basilisk that are constantly evolving, and he must guard against their sudden attacks.

Demigods are not omnipotent and always rely on the army to stabilize the front.

Fortunately, everything is settled now.

For some reason, the attack on the Volcano Residence gradually slowed down, as if they had retreated to continue their research. No matter what the reason was, we could take a breath and prepare to withdraw the main force to defend the city again.

"Report."

A messenger brought a letter. A glance at the mark on it told Mungot that it came from the front lines of Gaileyd, and there was more than one.

"Because the war was so intense, there were intelligence delays and a backlog of letters..."

"It doesn't matter. It's not easy to deliver it here."

At least he knew that a battle had broken out between three top demigods, Monger, Latarn, and Flillian, and a total of 3 elite troops. It was hard to imagine how terrible it was. The mountains and rivers were absolutely shattered, the sun and the moon were dim, and the aftermath of the disaster was enough to devastate all living things.

Even during the Battle of Rodel, there was no scene of three demigods fighting each other at the same time.

What will become?

Mongget read the letter anxiously, frowning sometimes and taking a deep breath sometimes. He had rarely read such an unusual war report, which was full of twists and turns, showing how fierce the war was.

Then he silently handed out the letter and asked the officers to circulate it among each other.

"What! It's actually a battle between the four gods."

"I haven't taken a closer look yet. Could it be that Galid was destroyed? The Weeping Dunes will sink, right?"

"what?"

"No wonder we didn't see the Moon Princess show up when we nearly broke through the elevator. It turns out she's been active in Gaileyd all this time."

"Wait a minute, so God and King, have both runes been collected?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent and looked at each other. Strictly speaking, the three great runes should be under the control of Fulilian, but there was no need to correct it because the quasi-king had appeared.

The faded one that is closest to the Elden Ring has been born, and it is an achievement that has been fought all the way to its peak, and it is the real deal.

She has always been upright, with no secrets about her actions, which are clearly traceable. In just ten years, she has gone from a newcomer to a quasi-king. Whether it is prestige, armaments, territory or conduct, she is first-class, and it all happened in one person.

Qualified to be a king.

As a challenger, that is the most severe challenge that the royal city of Rodel has faced since its establishment, and it is probably even more severe than the siege of the ancient dragon.

No one doubted that Fulilian could cross the First Wall.

Back then, "Great Ancient Dragon" Gransanks had done it, and so had the world's strongest magician. However, without Grand Prince "Golden" Godwin and the peak-level Royal City Army to stop him, things were different now.

Having learned her lesson, she would not charge into the city alone easily, and the defenders declined for many years.

Oh no.

The officers all looked at Mungert, who suddenly stood up.

"Don't hesitate, retreat. Ignore the Volcano Residence. Adjust your strategy, shrink your front, and focus on defending the outskirts of Rodel. A third defensive battle is inevitable."

His unwavering attitude infected everyone, but everyone's faces showed more fatigue and their eyes were cloudy.

The third time was torture.

Most of those present had defended the Walls of Rodel twice before, and they were well aware of the price they had paid. While ordinary people in the borderlands saw the fortress standing firm amidst the storm, they themselves were the ones who realized how much of the Golden Dynasty's lifespan had been overdrawn.

It was half buried in the ground after the Broken War. Will Fulilian be buried completely this time?

boom!

Mungot poked the ground with his staff, making a sound that made everyone stand up straight subconsciously. They saw the sharp eyes of the evil demon swept across their faces.

"A negative attitude is not acceptable. Remember, you must set an example."

"Also, you should remember the clone left by the First King Ge Fulei in front of the Queen's boudoir, right?"

His voice grew more serious. "I will. I will ask the King of Blessing to contact His Majesty through that clone. Since the situation is critical, it is time to return."

"But returning from the border will definitely take time, perhaps even years, so we must hold on. Do you all understand now?"

"——As you command!"

As for the exile of Goddess Marika, let's put it aside. She is missing anyway, and the Golden Dynasty is in a critical situation.

Thinking that the Highland War King was about to return, they suddenly felt more at ease.

Mungert was worried. Who knew if the ex-husband and ex-wife had other plans? In any case, the storm that Flillian had stirred up was real, and all parties would react.

I hope I made the right choice of guardian this time.

Besides, he was most worried about his younger brother, Monger. He wondered how much of an impact the loss of his clone had caused. And that Michaela was definitely not someone he could easily deal with.

……

Round table hall office.

Sir Baizhi raised his head from the candlelight at the table. The commotion outside inevitably interrupted his thoughts.

As a celebration of Fulilian's victory in the battle festival, cheers and laughter were heard everywhere, once again breaking the silence of the Great Blessing. The stars of the show were the same person, but they had achieved different great deeds.

He felt a pang of anxiety when he thought that this colleague was just one step away from becoming the king.

"Do you want me to go and tell them to be quiet?"

Enxia asked tentatively, and then received a look like a fool from Sir Baizhi.

"Don't spoil the fun. Besides, your hostility towards Fulilian has already upset her. She doesn't have strong emotions. The others got drunk and beat you up."

"It seems so."

On a daily basis, the Soul Fire King gave the impression of a research enthusiast who lived in peace and harmony, practically unconcerned with external voices, such as those who were still making a fuss about his subhuman hybridity. But that didn't mean his subordinates didn't care; being disrespectful to their lord was a humiliation to their subjects.

"And I quite like this atmosphere. It was just as lively during the early stages of the Round Table..."

Enxia stared at the melancholy Sir Baizhi and was slightly stunned.

Could this person really be showing his true feelings?

Little did he know that he had always believed that the first generation of the Round Table Group was the best and had reached a quasi-level, but it was Fulilian who brought the title of Faded Ones to a new height, as if the boundaries of the old era were gradually becoming clearer.

"Forget it. It's not right for a Round Table leader to be bored here. Let's go meet him."

He slowly stood up with the help of his staff, his waist slightly hunched, but the magical aura he exuded was extraordinary, and it caught everyone's attention as soon as he appeared.

Very lively.

At the center of the round table sat Frillian, who was sitting with her legs crossed and her hands on her knees, allowing Roderica to present her with a small red hood with a garland.

"You must like flowers, right? That's why I made this gift."

"Thank you, it's a nice collection of clothes."

"Didn't you say you like it?"

"That's probably the highest praise a collector can give. Your masterpiece is excellent, Miss Roderica."

"It's rare for you to attend, Ovniel. I have something to ask you."

"I know everything."

Sir Baizhi argued convincingly.

Fulilian smiled faintly. She took it as a joke, but she wouldn't believe it. However, her original intention was to share information, hoping that the Faded Ones' intelligence network would have some clues.

"Before he died, Latan told me that the land covered by the shadow tree hides the past of the Golden Dynasty..."

She described the scene.

He also mentioned the information he had collected so far. Since he knew the keywords, he had mobilized Stonewell and searched the library of the Magic Academy with all his strength, but found nothing.

"A large part of history has been obliterated, beginning with Malika's claim to deity and ending on the eve of the twilight of the Age of Plenty."

"What happened during that time? I think it's about the most fundamental secret."