Frillian in the Elden Ring

Fulilian turned her head and gazed at the palace spire behind her. "I'll go and draw their attention. Their main target is me. As long as I step into the trap, there's no reason for them to waste their precious combat power elsewhere."

"I have also gathered the evidence. As long as the Victory Kingdom will submit to the Association."

Lehman wanted to persuade him to wait a little longer, but stopped himself and changed his words to a blessing. For a magician from the Age of Gods who had experienced hundreds of battles and overcame countless trials, this sentence was probably enough.

"See you."

After waving her hand, Fulilian strode out of the palace and headed towards the empty main palace where there were not many people left.

Her magical aura was already spreading, even more so than during the audience.

The demonic team atop the tower was on edge, bewildered by how they had been suddenly exposed. Had they figured it out from the very beginning? And waited until now to attack? Just to evacuate!

Not understanding human behavior.

"Should we bombard those people now?"

"Idiot, haven't you seen that magical power? In front of her, no one has the leeway to point the finger at others."

The fake king frowned, and suddenly looked to his side as if he had noticed something. The breath of the corrupt sage was blowing towards him, carrying a strong bloody murderous aura.

"Lord Shulahat asked me to come and support you, to prevent this siege from being ruined."

"I still have a backup plan."

Before he finished speaking, white shadows flashed on the tower. They were clones waiting on standby, ready for battle.

The demons had invested a significant amount of resources in this effort and could not afford to lose anything. They had to annihilate Fulilian in one fell swoop. Otherwise, allowing her to continue to thrive would have a huge impact on the human camp. They might even have to kill Volame as well, completely wiping out the entire lineage of master and apprentice.

……

Deep in the Tomb of the Lost King, an eternal lamp illuminates the way.

Fluorescent dots were lined up in a row, as if guarding the exploration team. There was not a breath of air flowing through the ancient buildings that had been covered in dust for thousands of years, and the lights were frozen without any flickering.

At the front of the team is Wayne holding a shield with several arrows stuck in it, which was caused by a mechanism.

At the rear is Volame, the strongest one, who can also observe all members to the greatest extent. A circle of shining swords floats around her, and she has killed several copies of the Water Mirror Demon.

"Stop and rest where you are."

Suddenly, Wayne made a gesture, and another magician beside him released a ball of light, illuminating the area within a hundred meters as if it were daytime.

They looked up and finally saw a towering door.

It has stood guard over this place for who knows how many years, imbued with a sense of grandeur and solemnity. From the other side of the door comes an inexplicable, heart-pounding energy, yet it tempts one to push it open. What lies hidden within?

"The inscription map ends here. No one knows what lies ahead, but we're almost at the end."

"why?"

"Architectural specifications must be logical, and the maze has reached its limit."

Everyone looked at each other in agreement.

The only question is: should I go deeper? If I go in, I might face the mysterious Water Mirror Demon. If I don't, I'll be killed by the replica.

If you think about it carefully, they've already encountered repeated copies, which means they'll definitely be replenished over time. While there are certainly limitations, how much will it take to understand the mechanism?

So even if everyone tried to escape back, it would be too late because the clones would definitely catch up with them.

The longer the distance, the more variables there are. Now the shortest distance is the last room.

Volame said firmly, "If we delay any further, it will create other monsters. We have no choice from the beginning to the end. Let's move forward and defeat the Water Mirror Demon once and for all."

She looked around and saw a look of courage on everyone's faces.

Fight.

Wouldn't they be at the mercy of others if they just kept spinning in circles? Isolated and helpless, they couldn't afford to waste time, so how long could they expect to dig?

The passage was cleared quickly before because of the help of a large number of magicians. Now that the main strong people are in the team, the engineering team outside will only spend more time, and I am afraid they will have to collect the bodies.

During this period, a large number of copies of the Water Mirror Demon will appear, leaving no chance to create a time difference.

"Go ahead."

Wayne made the same decision.

After resting, the group took a deep breath, approached the gate, and pushed hard. With a loud creaking sound, a gap opened. Smoke and dust rose, blurring the vision. A magical force, like an abyss or a prison, rushed towards them.

The white shadow standing in the dust was wearing travel clothes, twin ponytails with red flowers, long pointed ears and a petite figure. It was undoubtedly a familiar face.

The clone looked at everyone indifferently, its pupils empty of any light, only filled with pure desire to kill.

"The replica that hasn't appeared so far is waiting here."

Volame looked up at the sky and smiled bitterly, saying, "The worst has happened. Let's all do our best to survive."

At this moment, all they had left was despair.

There is only one opponent.

One person is enough.

Because it is the phantom of Fulilian.

188

Chapter 188: Practicing both combat techniques and becoming as powerful as a monster.

The elf girl, dressed in hazy white, looked at the group curiously.

Although there was no action, the momentum was terrifying.

Admittedly, the performance of the magic pillar is vastly different from the original one, but it has a certain charm that is difficult to achieve with current strength alone.

Wayne, as a warrior, took the lead and came to the front with his sword in hand. The other members of the exploration team stood around him, protecting Volame, who had the strongest output. She was the only one who had a chance of winning.

"Think positively. It definitely can't use Master's soul magic, and corruption won't work either."

"So the battle will focus on skills and elemental magic strikes. They are powerful and have a wide range. Please be careful to avoid them later."

"understand!"

The clone of Fulilian strolled leisurely in the garden with a staff in hand, observing the intruder while materializing a series of magic such as the shining sword circle and the twisted light wall, ready to go, and waiting for the opponent to make the first move very generously.

The atmosphere at the scene dropped to freezing point, and everyone felt like there was a sharp knife across their neck that could take their life at any time.

"Stay away, I'm the only one here who can block Master's magic."

A fish-scale barrier appeared all over Volame's body, covering every inch of his skin without any dead angle. At the same time, the Golden Tree swore an oath, continuously recovering, and blessing him with the realm of magic.

She's ready for a test she's never faced before:

Life.

Since the enemy moves, it will move too.

The unadorned pyroxene demonic gravel condensed, appearing and firing in a split second, then crashed across a hundred meters. It was so fast she had no time to react, but fortunately, the pyroxene sword automatically deflected the attack, sending it careening past her.

With a thud, the door was destroyed, and a hole as thick as a small city wall was chiseled through it. It was just a trivial blow.

Tsk, that’s really scary.

The clone's attempt to engage in long-range firepower was discovered, and Volame, in a fully enhanced state, kicked off and suddenly sprinted forward, stabbing out with the Kalia greatsword in his hand.

With a clang sound, it blocked accurately, easily dissolving the magic power and counterattacked with a sword light.

The red-haired girl slid past and moved forward to strike.

click -

The two sides fought with magic swords at close range, and there was no winner after several rounds.

Suddenly, Volame rolled on the ground, and insisted on keeping a distance even though the barrier behind him was broken. Seeing this, the clone was slightly startled, and colorful lights flashed in the corner of his eyes.

The charged magic bullets covered the entire area, each one was as powerful as a heavy crossbow, falling directly on the target, with a rumbling sound that collapsed the ceiling and raised dust.

After gaining a chance to catch his breath, Volame found that he could not lift his right arm.

The violent collision caused bruises on her muscles and bones, numbness, soreness, and tremors. Seeing that the situation was not good, she quickly used patience to forcibly suppress the negative state, and only then had a chance to pay attention to the main battlefield:

It actually blocked them all.

The clone waved its hands like an afterimage, catching the magic coming from all directions one by one, and even had enough energy to rebound and deflect.

The result was a massive bombing by both sides.

"How is this possible? Is this the technique used by the creator of the rebound force field?"

Their doubts were drowned out by the explosion. Under the superb power of the white elf girl, the offensive that they had been planning with great difficulty completely failed, and the attackers were forced to retreat.

Not a single leaf touched his body, and he was not harmed at all. The power of the magician of the Age of Gods was displayed at the tip of the iceberg, which was enough to make people breathless.

Wayne turned around and said, "Vollame and I will be the vanguard, and you guys will just provide remote support."

"it is good."

There were times when courtesy and bravado were important. To attack now would be tantamount to suicide, further straining the already limited manpower. Against the clone of Fulilian, there was no room for outnumbered superiority; sheer force was the only way to prevail.

As we all know, the prototype is recognized as the number one battlefield magician. In this respect, he has surpassed Celia, who has no record of battle for many years, and gives people the impression of having the power to break the army.

The entire combat system is built to defeat the majority with the minority.

Volame warned: "Don't count on sneak attacks, use magic if you have it, we will ensure the safety of the front line--"

Whoosh!

The invisible night comet landed on the barrier and was neutralized by magic, but even so, it still transmitted its force and made her take two steps back. What a terrifying physical impact force! How could it be achieved with pure energy?

The next moment, another magic attack came, but was accurately deflected by Wayne.

"Don't look at my age, I can still learn the latest fighting techniques. Volame, you use the high-powered magic, I will buy time."

He clenched his sword in both hands and stood in front.

Before he could finish his words, the exploration team's magic arrived, and colorful magic bullets covered the target, each one with deadly penetrating power.

When they gather together, they are enough to kill a great demon. Numbers are the most terrifying advantage.

However, the clone raised his hand calmly.

Ping Pong Pong!

The clone simultaneously faced the pressure of a top-tier warrior striker while also deflecting ranged magic, standing firm in the storm and impenetrable.

The incredible scene left everyone stunned, and at this moment, Volame released the soul torrent that he had accumulated.

"This isn't surprising for a master. Give it your all."

The pale blue torrent hit the clone that was caught off guard. Even with its reaction speed, it flew backwards and crashed into the ruins with a loud bang. The falling rubble buried its body and knocked it unconscious.

boom!

Then the white elf stood up with a somersault, not caring about the injury at all, as if it didn't exist.

"Why doesn't she get treatment?"

"Sure enough, there's no soul! I can't use a soul-based spell style."

Although Volame was thinking about the operating space of the weakness of this mechanism, at least one thing was certain: the reason why the most terrifying spells could not be used was not because of Frillian herself, so his side still had a chance of winning.

"Well then, let's find a way to use soul magic to penetrate this container of yours. It should be easy to detonate from the inside."

She made up her mind.

The replica seemed to sense something and sprinted forward, following the steps of a hound.

I can do it too.

As the two figures crossed, they swung several slashes of blue sword light. In an instant, the red-haired girl was covered in cuts and blood spurted out. In contrast, the clone only stumbled, then turned and aimed his staff at the target, the flashing light was extremely dazzling.

At the critical moment, long-range firepower interrupted the passing Comet Azrael, creating a brief gap.

Sunshine healing, golden tree swears!

Taking this opportunity, Volame replenished her gains and received treatment. The wound was deeper than expected. Fortunately, she still maintained the flexibility of the hound gait, otherwise she would have been killed in one blow.

A pyroxene shot out from the explosion but was blocked by Wayne who arrived in time.

He glanced at his gradually recovering teammates and said worriedly, "This is the first time I know that the president has such superb swordsmanship. You are not bad either."

"Yes, I learned from my master, but I didn't learn everything."

The two stood at the forefront, bracing themselves for the increasingly powerful pressure. They hadn't expected the clone to be so powerful. Not only did it possess some of Fulilian's magic, but it also possessed incredible skills, a solid foundation, and no flaws.