Frilian at Elden Ring

It's not time for Frilian to use it yet; let's take the opportunity to gather information first.

According to his magical perception, Grek was constantly strengthening himself with new limbs, activating the Great Rune, and even exuding a trace of abyssal energy. He wasn't just waiting idly; he was going all out to stack up and enhance his abilities.

I'm likely to be hit by a full-scale attack as soon as I enter, so gathering intelligence and having a general understanding of the situation is essential.

She carefully read the players' hints at the entrance:

[Go for it, just fight! Little Ge is about the level of a beginner village boss, the first time I've seen him.]

[Just a quick note: there are two phases. Phase one is basically a rampage; just be careful and keep your distance. Phase two involves the dragon's head breathing fire; both are pretty ugly.]

What's the point of taking over the dragon's head? I've already killed countless dragons.

To be honest, at first glance I didn't see it clearly and thought I had taken the head of a legendary ancient dragon, but as the fight progressed I realized the strength was off.

[Indeed, the strength is insufficient]

[Based on the storyline, he's positioned as a demigod gatekeeper, so he shouldn't be weak. After all, he's of the Golden Clan bloodline, which makes him far stronger than ordinary heroes.]

[In the lore, he's a fragment king, but the Great Rune enhancement isn't shown yet. That's the most effective main fragment. If Little Ge could truly unleash its power, the boss battle would be even more exciting.]

Is it possible that he used a certain status?

[A disgrace to demigods. To deal with this, I suggest constantly stacking buffs in front of the gate, using a monkey-like maneuver, and then going in to instantly kill them.]

A JPG that won't waste too much of your time.

For non-technical players, I suggest using everything you can, whether it's ashes, elixirs, buffs, or even shield stabs—go ahead and thoroughly humiliate Xiao Ge.

...The fact that his strength is generally not recognized means that Grik is not actually that strong.

Frilian still intends to take a lenient approach, as experience has shown that she is different from players most of the time. She will face a story-driven opponent, a well-prepared Fragment King, who will likely be stacking buffs as well.

I'll join too.

The golden pillar stood as a testament to the oath of revenge, and the magic shield, amulet, and other items were all in place, bringing the character to 120% health.

Meanwhile, Roger and the others dealt with the last guards, and the path to the deepest part was cleared. Now, they stood here with trepidation, for the battle of the demigods was finally about to begin.

There was no time to waste, as the fighting in Stoneville was intensifying and losses were mounting.

If the commander of one side is not killed and a ceasefire is not reached soon, it will definitely be a lose-lose situation in the end, as neither side will have enough troops to rule Nymgford, so time must be accelerated.

The faded ones looked at the silver-haired girl.

As a colleague, she made it clear that she had shown goodwill toward the Round Table Hall, and that in the best-case scenario, the Faded Ones would have a legal and reasonable area of ​​activity, and she looked forward to the day when they could move freely in the southernmost part of the border without being disturbed by hostility.

Frillie looked around and then stepped onto the stairs to the door.

"Let's go."

With a creak, the door opened to reveal a small garden, where the tall, imposing Grek stood, draped in a long robe and adorned with a gold ring.

68

Chapter 68: Defeating a Demigod.

The moment of facing the demigod has arrived. Now, Frilian and the other Faded Ones are facing the oppressive aura of the Fragment King.

Grek stood on the corpse of a dragon, muttering to himself as if appreciating a work of art, his face so absorbed he didn't want to be disturbed, before slowly turning around.

"Those who have faded from the face have quite the arrogance."

He untied his long robe, and saw that his broad shoulders and back were covered with all sorts of arms, baring their teeth and claws, each one moving as if trying to grab something or struggling and calling for help.

This scene caused many of the faded individuals to frown and feel inevitably afraid.

Even the well-traveled Frillie raised an eyebrow. She rarely disliked a game character, but today she had truly encountered a freak.

The demigod, now fully revealed, exuded an imposing aura, even more oppressive than when he was silent.

"Kneel down."

"I am the Golden King."

He gripped a massive battle axe with both hands, its thunderous roar stirring up dust, and the power of the Great Rune was activated. He seemed to be surrounded by protective particles of light, and his sharp gaze pierced the hearts of everyone present, sharper than a blade.

Some of the faded ones froze on the spot, not daring to move, unsure of how to react. Should they fight against the Fragment King? Now that they were actually facing him, they didn't know what to do.

Witnessing these actions, Greck grinned with satisfaction.

"No matter what, you will all become part of my limbs. Begging for mercy won't help, but it can alleviate your pain..."

"Frilian, today I have only one target. Come, let me see the challenger of the monarch."

Ready!

The silver-haired girl had been constantly drinking medicine and switching equipment since earlier, much busier than the others who were either in a daze or arrogant. At this moment, she no longer restrained her aura and released it completely, soaring straight into the sky and enveloping the entire city.

Grasping the staff, the incantation was completed in an instant, and what was originally considered a weakness was finished in a flash by exquisite technique, unleashing the attack with a roar.

Magic: Soul Torrent —

The azure beam struck Grek's massive body hard. Caught off guard, he had no time to dodge and was hit squarely by the terrifying energy. His flesh was torn apart, and the pain spread through every limb, causing him to scream in agony.

The relentless magical attacks swept through the storm, causing chaos and preventing anyone from getting any closer.

Frillie poured all her magical power into her attack without holding back.

It felt great, all the shots hit, and there was less resistance than I expected. Surprisingly, there weren't any decent defensive measures? It relied entirely on those limbs to withstand the attacks before being annihilated.

The dignified demigod was beaten to the ground, rolling around and bleeding profusely.

He certainly wanted to break free, but it was no use. The terrifying aspect of this torrent of souls in Frilian's hands was its sustained, even stronger impact. In an instant, his resilience vanished, and he couldn't even stand up; he was forced to his feet!

"The Faded Ones—"

Finally, Greck roared and collapsed, his voice trailing off as he lay sprawled on the ground, but even then, Frilian did not stop her attack.

After the torrent of souls swept over the demigod's body and lost its target, it created ripples in the sky, leaving the clouds hollow.

She only stopped after completely releasing all her magic power, and then kept drinking mana-restoring potions, finishing in a few breaths.

The man who called himself the Golden King remained silent.

The Faded Ones, who had kept their distance, stared in disbelief, frozen in place. Their gazes darted back and forth between Greck and Frillian, trying to make sure they were right about who was lying down and who was standing. Was this really the end?

what?

Where is the epic battle we've been waiting for? Will there be a crushing defeat after just one round?

However, Frilian did not let her guard down and remained on high alert, reminding him, "Be careful, it's not over yet. I feel like the Great Rune is taking some damage for him."

"To be precise, it's an enhancement, but you are indeed very powerful."

Coughing up blood, Grik stood up, roared, and chopped off his own left arm, using the severed head as a guide to drag it to the ground. In an instant, the head roared to the sky and spewed out murderous flames.

He was exhausted and in pain, but at this moment, the Great Rune containing the power to reattach limbs made up for everything, making him stronger than ever before and invincible.

“Our ancestors, please bear witness.”

"Could this be the second phase?"

Frillie switched to a brass shield with her other hand, intending to take a conservative approach.

No matter how you look at it, Grik is not as incompetent as the "Little Grik" in the admonition; he has some fragments of a domineering monarch.

She not only had to face a demigod, but also an entity that had activated the power of the Great Rune. If she was not careful, she could suffer serious injuries or even fail. Therefore, she had to concentrate.

Boom!

The next moment, Greck charged forward like an arrow, the dragon head in his hand spewing forth billowing flames. Seeing this, Frilian jumped and dodged, but her clothes were ignited and burned as soon as they were touched.

One of the faded beings was immediately enveloped and turned into charcoal in an instant.

The burns spread incredibly fast; Roger, standing nearby, didn't even have time to heal before the man turned to ashes. They were immediately terrified and had to retreat further, or they would surely die.

Something's not right. It's not just a simple connection to a flying dragon's head; it's been further enhanced.

"Did you notice? This is the power of limb reattachment!"

Having failed in his first attack, he turned around, revealing his arms on his entire back. He was proficient in all kinds of weapons, including hooks, forks, axes, halberds, swords, spears, and daggers, and attacked his target with them.

Shield parry!

Unable to dodge in time, Frillie had no choice but to use her brass shield to meet the attack, but it shattered into pieces in the blink of an eye.

Flying shards grazed his cheeks and shoulders, while several conventional weapons pierced his left arm, drawing blood and breaking bones. This was the first time he had suffered such injuries since arriving at the border.

She quickly distanced herself and drank a healing potion to replenish her strength. Her arm was rapidly healing itself, which finally stopped the injury from worsening. Otherwise, the incomplete state would easily reveal her vulnerability.

Grik attacked almost as soon as he put down the health potion.

In the brief moment when she barely dodged it, Frilian clearly saw that the thick legs seemed to have been amputated as well, practically all over the body.

Invisible!

He was slightly taken aback when the silver-haired girl suddenly disappeared, and then stared at the other side.

With the perception of a demigod, they would not be fooled by such a small trick, but it was enough to buy time to create distance. At this moment, the Radiant Stone Shards came down in a massive attack, completely blocking all escape routes within sight.

"You mere faded one, you're just putting on a show."

With a roar, Grek easily swept away the ranged magic, while his arms raised even more weapons, creating an already impenetrable defense.

There are no blind spots in his defense; he now possesses a combination of defensive power, offensive power, speed, and his strongest weapon:

Dragon's Breath!

The raging flames perfectly retaliated against the previous attack, the power comparable to magma forcing Frillie to retreat. The fatal attack grazed her body, melting a portion of the dancer's armor and making her skin burn.

It happened very quickly and with great impact.

Greck felt a power he had never possessed before, especially the arm covered in black energy, which was the strongest, with shadows rising from its body and emanating skull-like smoke.

"I am now powerful enough to rebuild the honor of the Golden Clan's ancestors, and the conquest will begin in Stoneville."

"You are the first sacrifice, the one that will destroy the demon sword Frilian."

There's no need to call them "faded ones" anymore. Anyone who has managed to hold on until now and even defeated her before she could reattach her dragon head can be called a strong person, someone she can be proud of. But whoever it is, they will all become the Golden King's spoils of war.

He felt it.

The warriors in the city gazed into the deepest room and experienced the power of the Great Rune.

The fragments of the Elden Ring, the greatest power in the border region, responded to future generations, and with even greater power than before. Doesn't this represent absolute orthodoxy? Add to that the power outside the border region!