Frilian at Elden Ring

"The timing is quite good."

Frilian exclaimed in amazement as she leaped to dodge, her staff already unleashing dozens of Radiant Stone Shards to block the attack route.

However, at that moment, a crossbow bolt resembling a spear shot from a blind spot, enough to kill the dragon.

At the critical moment, she swung her katana and deflected them one by one, without affecting the pursuit of Markit, who was charging towards her. However, the latter perfectly coordinated with the rhythm of the crossbow bolts and seized an air attack!

He stepped forward, bent down, and thrust the tip of the scepter straight into his abdomen.

Although Frilian reacted immediately and blocked with the hilt of her knife, her petite figure was still sent flying and crashed into the sandbag, with a barrage of crossbow bolts following her.

Her weight was too light, and she was vulnerable to the spear-like crossbow bolts that were accelerated by gravity. This sight delighted the Grek soldiers, and a barrage of arrows from the city walls was promptly replenished.

The entire frontal firepower of Stoneville was concentrated on one person, which can be described as exceptional courtesy.

Whoosh whoosh!

Arrows rained down, blocking any movement, many of which came from the Night Cavalry.

They are proficient in all kinds of martial arts and are good at coordinating with Malkit to create a siege effect. Rodel's strength is not just that of a demigod. Those who only look at the name will be misled. His true strength lies in the fact that his high-end combat forces work together as one to defeat the enemy.

hum!

Suddenly, a concentrated magical power rose from the smoke and dust, which was very strange, because this invisible magical power could easily withstand the design.

That was an attack from the elite Night Cavalry, how could it be so precisely intercepted? It's unbelievable.

Light swords materialized in the air, striking down the arrows one by one.

It was the Radiant Sword Array, so exquisite that it could intercept crossbow bolts, showing that the caster was exceptionally talented and had gained a chance to catch his breath.

As the smoke cleared, Frillie stood there, though a few arrows were stuck in her dancer armor and she had a scratch on her cheek, making her look slightly disheveled. Yet, her expression remained calm and indifferent, as if it were none of her business.

"Teacher Seren taught me to use the impact of the Shining Sword Array, but I used it to intercept, and it turned out to be quite suitable."

She was more concerned about the new magic than her injuries. At this moment, crossbow bolts continued to fly through the air and collide with the Radiant Stone Sword. The intertwined light protected the silver-haired figure, making it more flexible than a simple defensive barrier.

Although barrier defense magic exists in reality, it's not a good fit, so we'll just use sapphire magic to deal with it.

“Faded One, do you think I’m despicable now?”

"No, this is war. It's common to besiege others or fight against overwhelming odds in the midst of a chaotic battle."

"I have bad news for you. During the Battle of Rodel, I worked with the knights to suppress General Ratan of Shattered Star, and even he had to retreat."

"It's good news."

"Oh?"

“It is an honor to experience the same test as the strongest demigod. Markit, I also want to tell you: the one standing in front of you right now is also a battle mage.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Frilian removed her arm armor, making her movements easier and indicating that her actions would no longer be limited to the rigid swinging of her staff and flicking of her sword. Suddenly, she seemed like a completely different person, her aura surging dramatically, like a raging fire.

The soldiers who had drawn their bows and aimed their arrows lost their target.

To be precise, the fading color and the ominous demon are fighting at point-blank range, with both sides moving at an astonishing speed and leaving no room for error.

In the blink of an eye, the two had been bombarding the city gate avenue. The clash of steel produced a series of sharp cracks, sparks and magical shockwaves swept in all directions, shattering countless supplies into fragments. The entire main road of the city gate became riddled with potholes, and some people were thrown back by the shockwaves. The continuous rumbling and deafening noise forced ordinary soldiers to retreat.

Kallia Swift Sword!

Franz's Swift Sword!

The staff seamlessly switched to lightsabers of varying lengths and strengths, leaving Malkit struggling to defend himself in an instant. He often missed his chance to block, resulting in blood splattering everywhere.

Do you like my long and short swords, fast or slow?

Having gained the upper hand, Frilian completely abandoned ranged and mid-range combat, sticking to close-quarters fighting.

Unlike regular games where a dedicated boss room offers one-on-one duels to ensure fairness, your game doesn't allow for such intense battles. You also have to watch out for sneak attacks from Night Riders and Grek soldiers. Getting injured isn't the worst thing; the real danger is being stunned and completely disrupting your combat rhythm.

Markitt knew that he couldn't defeat the enemy by himself with his clones alone, so he needed to coordinate with the soldiers. There was no time to lose, so he had to hurry.

Otherwise, the tunnel defenses wouldn't hold, and sooner or later they would reach the city walls.

Fortunately, Frilian's martial arts skills are not compatible with his, and as the son of an ominous sign, he has unexpected methods.

Tail wag!

Suddenly, a thick tail emerged from beneath the long linen cloth and lashed out. The silver-haired girl reacted quickly and blocked it with her knife, but the sharp thorns still pierced through her shoulder armor and drew blood.

In that instant, he used this to create distance, and also used his tail to control Frillie's movement, finally creating space to shoot.

The difference in body structure, coupled with the unexpected sneak attack, caused the silver-haired girl to discover that her weapon was stuck. Although she immediately released the hilt, it was too late.

A volley of arrows—

This move was timed exceptionally well, perfectly matching the rhythm of the Night Riders, enough to riddle the target with bullets.

Only Markitt saw clearly that Frilian had switched her left-hand weapon to a curved greatsword, and then, with her body low to the ground, she used a series of strange footwork to easily dodge the rain of arrows. Her movements were agile and swift, and she avoided most of the damage simply by keeping her body low.

Even after sprinting at full speed, they still had the energy to continue chasing Malkitt, unable to widen the gap.

"It's a move from the Hound Rider, but faster."

Even a strong person using the same move can cause a qualitative change. Just like now, the silver-haired girl even took advantage of the gap in the rain of arrows to close in and catch up with the target in the blink of an eye. The other soldiers didn't even realize why they missed.

They were completely baffled as to why a mere Faded One could wield all sorts of weapons and utilize their strengths so skillfully. It was as if they had practiced for a long time; how was that possible?

clang!

The scepter blocked the hound's fangs' upward thrust, but the next moment Frilian handed over the Kalia Swift Sword.

Blue magic slashed out, drawing crimson blood. For a demigod, the wound on his chest was insignificant; he continued to create distance and create opportunities.

To everyone's surprise, a large and long golden halberd suddenly appeared.

The classic weapon of the old tree guardian reappeared, its range advantage fully exploited, keeping Malkit out of its attack range, while the other archers hesitated to fire. Was this the pinnacle of martial arts? Lacking any advantage in size, weaponry, or numbers, it had somehow managed to suppress the ominous demon—a truly masterful feat, and what's worse, things got even worse:

Initiate the Golden Oath!

The weapon's built-in combat skills activated simultaneously, and the silver-haired girl was surrounded by a halo of light, dazzling and majestic, unstoppable.

However, the Golden Tree's enemies openly used this move to extend their enhancement effect, reaching peak condition.

"You cannot use that weapon, Faded One."

"Don't get distracted, you should keep your eyes on your opponent, Markitt."

Enraged, the evil omen demon's face contorted in a ferocious rage. It roared and conjured a golden hammer that suddenly came crashing down, but unexpectedly, Frilian switched to the Golden Tree Shield and used her staff to reinforce the magic shield, firmly blocking the attack.

It blocked the attack, and the perfect parry caused the massive ominous demon to freeze for a moment. No one else noticed this fleeting opening, but it was enough.

She threw her shield, which slammed into Malkitt. ​​The continuous defensive counterattacks broke her resilience and created a moment of imbalance.

The next moment, the silver-haired girl leaped up on the shield, her weapons disappearing, and she instead held a legendary sacred object. It was grotesque in appearance, a composite of several weapons, and possessed immense power.

Sword Skeleton Greatsword.

The combat skill "Revenge Oath" is activated, comprehensively enhancing attributes and resilience, along with Frilian's all-out attack from above, casting a shadow over everything.

He reacted, but his body was still half a beat too late from the aftershock; a slight miscalculation could have resulted in a huge mistake.

"Make way, guardian of the golden tree."

Amidst a deafening roar, Malkit was subjected to an execution attack, and a jet of blood spurted from his chest!

66

Chapter 66: Defeating the Evil Omen Demon.

A stealth kill!

The massive, skeletal sword, held by Frilian, plunged fiercely into Malkit's chest, even employing ninja assassination techniques to maximize the damage.

However, she was not used to this weapon, which was comparable to her body, so she deactivated it and replaced it with a staff the next moment.

Kalia's Swift Sword and Shining Sword Circle Formation

The bleeding execution was dodged. After a brief moment of stiffness, Malkitt leaped away to create distance. Apart from a slightly weakened aura, he was not greatly shaken and was clearly still able to fight.

"Is this the life force of demigods or divine beings?"

“I once pierced the chest of General Rataen of Shattered Stars with this sword, and he got up and continued fighting. You’d better be careful too.”

That being said, he was actually exhausted, and his wounds were constantly draining his energy.

On the surface, everything seems calm, but in reality, it's just barely holding on. Moreover, the clones are not as resilient as the original body. To put it bluntly, they've been pushed into a countdown by the attack and may disappear before long.

On the other hand, Frilian was also badly injured after unleashing a combo. She had accumulated injuries during the high-speed exchange of blows, but she still had other options.

The silver-haired girl drank the potion.

A red aura appeared around him, and his vitality rapidly increased.

Restores health.

Upon arriving at the border, she rarely used the power of the dew. Since you are attacking without any martial ethics, then I will also make my move. As the potion flowed into her body, a vast life force spread throughout her limbs and bones, healing her wounds and replenishing her strength.

Admittedly, the body based on the Stargazer account is too fragile, but Frilian can replenish her condition with elixirs.

The sudden return of the Faded One to its peak sent a chill down the spines of the city's defenders. They had almost forgotten that this was the same as entering the second phase. Had their leader started taking medicine to replenish its strength?

If the rumors are true, this is the first time the Demon Sword has taken a healing potion.

Everyone immediately focused intently on Frillie's petite figure, not daring to miss her. With Markit as the vanguard, they further encircled her, and even the Night Riders prepared for hand-to-hand combat.

She's right. As fellow battle mages, this is a deathmatch, a "Stoneville version of the siege of Rataen".

It’s difficult.

In the eyes of many veterans, the siege scenes of Frilian and Rataen back then were no less impressive, reaching a level they could not understand at all, and were invincible.

How can a faded person be so difficult to deal with?

"Don't worry."

Markitt gripped the scepter tightly, pointing it at the silver-haired girl: "We will win again today."

The surrounding Night Cavalry stepped forward to protect their commander, forming a neat formation. When numerous heroic assassins worked together, along with ominous demons, they formed a veritable legion, and the oppressive aura they exuded seemed to materialize.

However, Frillie remained calm and composed throughout, and it was unclear whether she was always emotionally detached or genuinely confident, but in any case, it was still quite troublesome.

The next moment, she shook the bell and summoned the ashes to surround her.

Originally, we weren't planning to use them, but the army from the capital coordinated perfectly, layer upon layer of attacks leaving us no time to focus our full efforts on the main target. So we had to let the ashes share the burden.