Frilian at Elden Ring

Sensing something amiss, everyone on the battlefield at the city gate felt a chill, with the most perceptive being the Abyss Watchers.

"Your king has dabbled in power he should not have."

The Forge Knights remained silent.

The nature of power doesn't lie; no matter how you look at it, that peculiar corrosive aura is filled with evil, seemingly mixed with the resentment of another evil ruler... but we shouldn't interfere with the choice of the golden offspring; that is a necessary test on the path to becoming king.

“Loyalty will not be swayed by such things. You should be more worried about that mage. Lord Grek will soon end the battle.”

The Southern Army soldiers around them were deeply shaken, after all, the soaring power of the Great Rune was truly awe-inspiring.

Fight!

Now that we've fought alongside Lady Frilian for so long, are all our efforts for nothing? The battle is still ongoing, isn't it? It's too early to talk about success or failure. A single rune doesn't mean anything; what we're after is the king who possesses a rune.

"Only the defeat of the Fragment King can symbolize the greatness of the Soul King!"

"We are participating in the change of rulers in Nymgfu, and the Southern Army will surely prevail—"

To the Crucible Knights' surprise, they displayed even greater momentum. Regardless of the possibility of Frilian's defeat, the Southern Army had at least withstood the pressure from their formidable enemy.

The battle at the city gates will continue until the decisive moment.

The deepest part, the throne room.

The enormous, limbed figure and the silver-haired girl clashed rapidly at mid-range. The former even unleashed a volley of crossbow bolts, each one enough to severely injure the dragon, while the latter unleashed hundreds or even thousands of magical pebbles.

The ground cracked where the two stepped, a strong wind suddenly rose, and the once fragrant hall became dilapidated and desolate.

Far from it, the power of the abyss, carrying Grek, unleashed an even more terrifying erosion, seemingly spreading to the city walls outside the room.

boom!

The giant skull vanished in an instant, representing the power of the former overlord Wolnir resonating within him.

It had already surpassed the height of the city walls, and people could clearly see the clouds gathering and the haze gathering. The towering city of Stoneville was so high that even the distant Lake Lienia could be seen... No, the royal city, situated on the Altan Plateau, should be even clearer.

"Yes, this is what I want you to witness."

Greck laughed wildly, "Watch closely, no matter how far away or who you are, you must witness the heir to the Golden Dynasty ascend to the pinnacle."

The Abyss responded to the expectation, blessing the entire body along with the Great Rune. A continuous stream of power flowed through every limb, making it thicker and stronger, uglier than before, yet still extremely threatening.

Frillie, who was keeping her distance not far away, frowned deeply, sensing the trouble.

I remember dealing with a lot of Abyss-related monsters in Dark Souls 2, are we going to have to do it again? Don't go too far.

Quick fight.

After making up her mind, Frilian drank another bottle of healing potion. Although she was in good condition now, she had to pay the price.

Forcibly adding another account across worlds is a heavy burden, but it doesn't matter. Now the magical power belonging to the Ash People is connected with that of the Faded Ones, so real, so exciting, igniting a vast magical force.

The power of liberation for those who have fought countless battles.

hum!

An equally powerful and defiant aura also rose up, reaching the heavens and towering above the walls of Stoneville, causing even the phantom of Overlord Warnir to shrink back, too afraid to meet its gaze.

Sensing fear, Grek turned around. He had previously disdained to fight the Faded Ones, now that his newfound power had strengthened him, but he clearly saw a raging fire and a light that illuminated the world, a light that even the abyss could not touch.

"You won't accept that the abyss is just a greedy king; only by embracing the abyss will you know the path I've walked."

"There's no need to talk about being a defeated opponent; let's put an end to this feud."

Frillie can no longer use Dark Soul Magic due to the world's rejection of her, but her basic attributes remain, so she only needs the simplest moves:

Kallia Swift Sword!

But her movement was to raise both hands high above her head, and the magic she gathered rose from the ground, piercing through the clouds and spreading the dawn light. Her oppressive aura overwhelmed the year-round howling of Storm Hill, and the voice of the world had to give way.

Everyone had to look up to witness its magnificence.

The warriors fighting on both sides in the city stopped moving, a strong sense of impending doom washing over them.

Markitt, who had just left Stoneville, snapped out of his reverie and stared solemnly at the towering light in the distance, muttering, "The Golden Dynasty is finally crumbling."

The dolls on Lani's magic tower awoke from their slumber and gazed out the window. Could the magic of the Kalia royal family really achieve this level of perfection?

"The Faded Ones"

Enraged, Grek concentrated all his power on the dragon's head on his left arm. He had no other choice; this war, a battle of honor, left no room for maneuver. At this moment, the Golden King was going all out.

The next moment, their forces collided simultaneously, robbing everything out of sight.

The shockwave forced thousands of warriors to lie on the ground, while the powerful warriors stirred up waves that were impossible to stop. Who emerged victorious?

Click!

The sword in the sky cleaved through the black skull and tore through the magic power of the Great Rune, tracing a downward arc before finally striking the dragon's head corpse and severing the abnormal left arm at its root.

It wasn't over yet. With a quick turn, Frillie unleashed a kasaya slash, leaving a slanted wound on her shoulder.

The once enormous Grik instantly shrank to a third of its original size, a large amount of runes dissipated, and its body continued to shrink as if dehydrated, before collapsing limply to the ground.

"...Why is it still not enough?"

The coldness of the floor tiles chilled him to the bone; no matter how burning his ambition, aspirations, or resentment, it was all meaningless now.

The utter defeat left Grek too lazy to think. He watched helplessly as the silver-haired girl drew a red blade, emanating an aura of absolute death, yet he felt no fear whatsoever.

Without a word, Frilian assumed a fighting stance, concentrating all her strength even if her target was on the verge of death, aiming her sharpest edge at the demigod's chest.

“It would be difficult to completely defeat you except through your destined death, but I can suppress my life force.”

Mortal Blade -

In the instant they crossed paths, a majestic life force vanished, runes flowed into his body, and the eerie imagery of the sky disappeared as well.

At this moment, all was quiet in Stoneville.

……

Has the storm subsided?

The two sides fighting at the city gate stopped, looked at each other, and then ran to the innermost room without prior arrangement.

The ordinary soldiers were eager to witness the outcome, both for this proud historical moment and because they were worried about who would decide their own fate and that of the entire Nymgford.

A surging crowd passed by Captain Fran.

He stared intently at the two Forge Knights before him until they voluntarily sheathed their weapons and ceased displaying hostility. For a powerful individual, the entire battle situation there was readily apparent.

The ancient hero Samir, who was not far away, had just arrived with his sword to provide support, only to find that it was all over.

"Aren't you going to take revenge?"

"Our lord, the Golden King Grek, died in a fair and just duel and left with honor. To regard it as an enmity would only tarnish the will of a golden heir to be presented to the Elden Ring."

"The battle of Stoneville ends here. Perhaps we will fight again someday. Farewell."

The two Forge Knights turned and left.

They have lost their reason to fight to the end; there is no need. Only the years they spent fighting alongside the first king can ignite their passion. The present is not enough.

Some soldiers who still cherished Grek's goodwill left with the two men; since they couldn't stay in enemy-occupied territory anyway, they decided to keep to themselves for now. As long as they remained on this path, they would inevitably clash again someday.

After watching them go for a long time, Captain Fran also carried his greatsword and headed to the innermost room.

In front of the throne.

Amidst the intense gaze of the crowd, the silver-haired, silver-armored figure leaned on her staff, bent down, and gently beckoned her delicate hand toward the demigod's remains, revealing a golden fragment.

Grik is not actually completely dead, but the severe damage caused by the Mortal Blade has left him on the verge of death, which is no different from his fall. All that is needed now is to seal him away and let him leave the stage.

In fact, the effect of the Tear of the Gods is similar to that of the Black Blade of Death Rune, but the latter is too dangerous and uncontrollable, so a compromise was made.

She took over the main section of the Elden Ring, also known as the Great Rune, the most prestigious symbol of law at the border.

The [Large Amount of Runes] is refreshing the draw for new MODs.

Once you obtain the [Memories of Limb Reattachment], you can choose an exchange item at the two fingers on the round table. It is expected that you can exchange for either Rune, King Grek's Axe, or a Limb Reattachment Wyvern.

Obtain [Greek's Great Rune] to unleash a massive boost to all attributes for a short period of time using the rune's arc...

A series of notifications rang in Frilian's mind, with good news coming one after another. For her, the improvement of the Great Rune itself was not important; she felt that it was not as important as stacking accounts. What mattered was the legitimacy of the two runes.

First, the rightful fragment king.

Secondly, more magic that does not belong to the border region can be realized through the Great Rune, especially the research on soul magic may be further advanced.

She was eager to study it, but she held back. Her immediate priority was to meet everyone's expectations and secure her position as monarch of Nymgford so that the Southern Army could finally relax.

She solemnly lifted the Great Rune, which shone forth as if it were a crown.

Dazzling!

"Now I am the lord of Stoneville City. If the garrison troops from earlier are willing to surrender, I will forgive and forget their past transgressions. What do you choose?"

"We are willing to submit to Your Majesty."

Everyone knelt on the ground.

According to the lineage of the Golden Clan, Grek should be addressed as His Highness, while kings who establish their own factions and are not of the Golden Clan are an exception. At this moment, Frilian is the Fragment King.

It's just a matter of changing lords; it's all too common in border regions. Even many of Storm King's subordinates have joined the Golden Tree.

Their surrender directly represents the addition of the elite forces from the two southern regions of the Ninmughov Peninsula, bringing together resources comparable to those of several countries to a newcomer who has faded into obscurity. They are truly kings.

"Very good, don't move yet—"

Frilian held the Great Rune in one hand, and with the other hand, she tapped it with her staff, causing it to trail a beam of light, and then performed a miracle:

Soul Healing Technique.

A shimmering light, comparable to that of the Golden Tree, filled the entire city of Stoneville, transforming into showers of light that instantly soothed and refreshed all who touched it, suppressing or even reversing the troublesome signs of necrosis.

Not to mention minor physical injuries, which he recovered completely in an instant.

The amplification from the Great Rune gave Frillie's powerful base attributes a chance to shine; otherwise, being constantly restricted would have been troublesome.

"Great, I've recovered."

"The zombie transformation is disappearing."

The group, including the doorman Gotock, were almost moved to tears. "I can hold on longer, and it's possible that the golden tree will be bountiful."

The entire place erupted in cheers, more effective than any reward; it was a kind of salvation. Lady Frilian had brought about changes that the borderlands had never experienced before, and they were instantly devoted to her.