Frilian at Elden Ring

The unknown elven powerhouse maintained his crimson flower magic while simultaneously keeping his sword formation active. The whooshing sound of swords cutting through the air was chilling. This single move was enough to annihilate an army. What was he preparing? It was unimaginable. Some monsters had already instinctively fled, abandoning the battlefield.

Suddenly, the silver-haired girl opened her arms and extended the petals to the maximum extent.

The magnificent view reached its peak, and a giant flower bud seemed to be stirring in the sky above the plain in front of the fortress.

She then swooped down and crashed into the center of the demon army's formation, stunning everyone present. Why would someone willingly put themselves in such a dangerous situation? There must be some even more terrifying power erupting from within.

"Flowers of Ionia, bloom in glory!"

The camp was the first to be hit by Frilian's dive, and it was instantly reduced to dust and disappeared.

In an instant, the petals expanded, completely covering every corner of the demon army formation, emitting a corresponding scarlet, corrupting aura. Upon contact, the body would instantly develop flower-like scars or even ulcers, with pain assaulting the nerves.

They scratched their heads and cried out in pain, flowers blooming from their wounds, before their bodies congealed, melted, and fell into the soil, spreading further in a crimson putrefaction.

Hell has appeared on earth!

In a single encounter, the servant army, monsters, and hundreds of elite demons were killed. Their deaths were incredibly gruesome, enough to make anyone's scalp tingle. The instinct of fear made onlookers try to escape, but their legs were paralyzed.

A silver-haired elf with twin ponytails emerged from a giant flower bud, wearing armor and arm guards as if no one else was around, and wielding a staff and a blade respectively, with no intention of letting the survivors go.

She was surrounded by dozens of demon warriors, but it was all in vain.

These corpses fell as they rotted, as if kneeling to welcome the supreme king as he traversed a bloody path of victory.

The dilapidated body could only utter inaudible curses before turning into flowers.

"...If left unchecked, you might turn into corrupt creatures, but I haven't checked with Galid. Let's stop the experiment here for now. Stop the spread, Flower of Ionia."

Apart from the Great Demon Yunus and a few fast-moving powerful individuals, everyone was corrupted by the magic and quickly withered away and died.

Admittedly, they were the strongest elite force in the entire legion, and one would think they could be proud to have escaped death, but there was no joy to be had. The entire army, which had concentrated the strength of their tribe, had been wiped out, not a single one spared. Even in a rout, there are survivors, but now not a single one had survived.

The earth was even stained red, but Frilian quickly purified the erosion of matter; at least she was able to control the effect on specific targets.

The crimson earth still left everyone speechless, for countless corpses lay writhing there.

boom!

Their bodies stiffened, they sprayed out petals, and disappeared into the wind.

Yunus bent down, stunned, and scooped up some soil, murmuring, "So beautiful. Perhaps this isn't unique magic, but you are definitely the one who knows best how to incorporate aesthetics into the destruction of the demon race. What kind of heart do you have?"

Unfortunately, Frilian didn't respond. Instead, she swaggered around collecting samples, putting tiny petals and soil residue into a reagent bottle. Now she looked more like a scholar than a warrior.

For a while, no one dared to disturb them; they simply stood there as if being punished, witnessing the desolate battlefield... ruins, now considered ruins.

One strike and the army is broken!

The once mighty demon army is now reduced to less than one-tenth of its former strength and is on the verge of collapse.

At the center of the impact, a magnificent flower bud remained, and apart from the proudly standing silver-haired girl, no one within a hundred meters was still standing. Her expression was calm, and there was no wavering in her emerald eyes; it was a majestic posture befitting that magical power.

Who knows what kind of vicissitudes that seemingly young body has experienced? What kind of peerless powerhouse has that gaze once fixed upon before defeating him?

"You elves always seem to produce monsters from some corner of history that's never even remembered."

“Come to me now, Vlame.”

Suddenly, the elven woman stretched out her hand, a gesture that captivated everyone. All was silent; to whom was she beckoning? Then they watched as a girl with orange-red hair ran quickly past.

She was so small and weak, almost falling over with a stumble; she was practically the weakest one to have wandered onto the battlefield. Yet no one dared to attack her, because everyone knew that Frillie would be the fastest, and they could only watch helplessly as she joined them.

As Vlame ran to her side, she instinctively grabbed the teacher's skirt, her body trembling, and those gazes were chilling.

"I'm afraid."

"But you still came, didn't you? That's good. I'll help you overcome your fear. You already have the resilience of a strong person, but you also need pride. Don't underestimate yourself, because pride is built on victory."

Frillie casually tossed a staff to the latter, who was still in shock.

Compared to the petite Fulame, her body was too long, and her weight caught her off guard, almost making it difficult for her to pick her up.

Seriously? You want me to fight the Great Demon Clan?

"Here you go. Use the basic magic attacks I taught you before. Don't worry about aiming, just attack whoever you see. I'll protect you. Let's go together and clear out the targets. We can't let a single demon escape today. We must ensure a complete victory."

"Wait, I'm just a beginner, I might accidentally hurt the teachers, and you still have to fight them..."

"You can't hit me. By the way, if you perform well in the battle, I'll teach you more magic. Do you want to get stronger?"

Just as Vlame nodded, an even more unsettling scene unfolded before him: the mage, who had unleashed a magical annihilation battle worthy of being recorded in history, was wielding a greatsword in his left hand, poised for melee combat. Did he completely disregard the rule that mages should maintain distance?

The red-haired girl disagreed. Her teacher was so strong because she had cultivated herself all the way up. Those who were making a fuss and didn't understand were far from Frilian's level.

"I'll carry you on my back."

With a gentle pull, she caused Vlame to wrap her legs around her waist and her arms around the silver-haired girl's neck, while she managed to pick up the staff.

My entire body weight pressed against Frillie's back, and for some reason, the tension subsided.

Only when you get up close and personal do you realize the incredible power of embracing the Tower of Babel.

So, what the teacher meant was that once you've seen the view from the world's summit, you won't be easily moved? The summit is right beside you, and all you have to do now is seize the opportunity to kill a demon, for revenge!

Yunus was so enraged by this scene that his face twisted in anger. What kind of fool would dare to bring a burden to fight on the battlefield?

They were happy for a powerful enemy to voluntarily submit, but it was a gross underestimation of them. Did they think that annihilating an army in one blow would eliminate the threat? The most elite guards and commanders were still there. The human army on Chengtou Mountain gained a respite, but they were not optimistic.

I can't even imagine how a god-level mage could lead a small team headed by a mere magic apprentice demon. You are indeed very strong, but you're pushing yourself too far.

"Do you know what you've done? This is an army bestowed with honors by His Majesty the Demon King. You have humiliated the entire demon race. Elf, what is your name?"

"Flillian."

"I am Yunus, the Great Demon Warrior, the Frontline Commander."

He was absolutely furious today. Look at this desolate, crimson battlefield! How many outstanding demon warriors have been buried here? It would take thousands of years to replenish them all. This all-out offensive was a once-in-a-decade event, and they've all been wiped out.

Going back would only result in punishment and death, so it's better to fight to the death here. The foolish enemy's self-imposed limitations have given us an opportunity.

You'll soon find out how stupid you are.

At the same time, Yunus flipped his hand and pulled out an enormous greatsword, taking a step to close the distance and sweeping it across.

Clang! The powerful attack was deflected by the blade, the recoil causing him to stumble, while the elf's other hand, holding a staff, conjured the Swift Sword of Kalia and thrust it towards his throat.

At the critical moment, the demon mage launched a ranged attack on Vorame, forcing Frilian to return to defense. They knew that this ancient being had many tricks up his sleeve, so they decided to pick on the weakest target first.

Just as they were about to press their advantage, the Radiant Sword Array appeared out of nowhere, interrupting the ranged magic.

"Teacher, I'm ready to go."

As the red-haired girl shouted, Frilian unleashed a rain of Farron arrows that struck Yunus's right leg. He was momentarily stunned and half-knelt in the path of Vlamem's attack, but he quickly dodged the attack despite his injury. Meanwhile, the demon mage on the other side provided healing, demonstrating a clear division of labor.

They are a complete squad, operating together on the battlefield year after year, and their combined strength is comparable to that of a sage.

"Sorry, I was the one who held us back just now."

She smiled and patted Vlame's head, commenting, "Your strength is acceptable, but your speed is lacking. I will continue to create opportunities for you. Don't worry, just relax and hit anywhere."

"What do you two take the demon warriors for?"

At this moment, Yunus drank the potion while continuously receiving enhancements and protection from the mage, forming a strangulation attack centered on the leader.

The soldiers on the city wall tried to help, but were overwhelmed by a magical shockwave that was casually unleashed, making it impossible for them to lift their heads. It turned out that the demons had deployed far more power than the North Wind Fortress.

The red-haired girl felt a pang of worry as she sensed the other person's aura constantly breaking through the limits.

“Very good, Vlame. This time you controlled your breathing and didn’t tremble, did you? Remember the feeling of your blood boiling today; it will benefit you for a lifetime.”

"Would I get excited?"

"Correct."

The next moment, Frilian stomped the ground, unleashing her Storm Legs combat technique, which unleashed a frost tornado that sent the demons flying, throwing their formation into chaos. She then leaped high into the air and crashed down, her greatsword, Skeleton, striking a warrior and instantly cleaving him in two.

But the target's body forcibly reassembled and swung the axe again. As she parried and caught it, she realized that the undead puppet had turned into an undead puppet.

“Elf, you have no idea how many tricks a demon army has up its sleeve.”

"Then we'll use holy-attribute miracle spells to counter it."

Before she finished speaking, a pillar of azure light descended around the silver-haired girl. This was a miraculous power bestowed upon the saint by an angel, and it had a deep connection with the angelic faith of Lothric.

Any undead puppet touched by the light instantly turns to ashes. Furthermore, it also inflicts physical damage, creating a hole in the ground with each shot. If an opening appears, Frilian's staff-spell sword or greatsword will tear the enemy apart—yes, she only uses swords now.

On the battlefield at the city gate, an elven warrior carried a human apprentice on his back, wielding two greatswords with the speed of the wind. With each step he took, the earth trembled, and pillars of light rose up around him, indiscriminately bombarding the demons.

And it was too fast.

Frilian, charging at full speed, was no less than any top warrior. Her blade was invincible, moving with lightning speed and overwhelming force. She practically reaped the enemy's lives, while the demons, supposedly a team, were utterly powerless to resist.

What's even more disgusting is that Vlame would occasionally sneak up a move, and even she herself didn't know where she was aiming, let alone how to dodge it.

Her attack power wasn't enough to kill a demon, but even a small injury could slow down their movements and lead to death.

boom!

Suddenly, Frilian's sword slashed into the shoulder of a demon mage, blood splattering everywhere. Deliberately, she didn't cut all the way in, instead stepping on the shoulder to force the mage to his knees. Then she turned and gave the order:

“Kill him, Volame, and remember this death.”

"Yes, Master."

Before he could finish speaking, the magical impact blasted his head away, completing the first kill. The sudden surge of exhilaration was exhilarating.

"Today, you, who are not even ten years old, have killed a demon archmage."

"It was all thanks to the teacher's help."

"Becoming my disciple is one of your skills. Don't think it's exaggerated; it's part of your achievements. On the battlefield, nothing is more valuable than victory. If you think it's not impressive enough, then we'll kill him."

After saying that, Frilian raised her greatsword and pointed it at Yunus, who was covered in dust and exhausted from running around. If she hadn't prioritized killing the support personnel, the general would have been in an even worse state.

Having fully experienced the power of the divine magician, the surviving guards had no choice but to stick together and dare not separate.

They couldn't understand this power—why was the magic inexhaustible? Why was he stronger and more agile than those dwarf warriors?

The human soldiers watching from the city walls were even more numb. So such a person existed in the world? It seemed that they had the good fortune to witness only the tip of the iceberg of the strongest beings, the dominance of the mythical era.

"All demons should work together in a magical resonance, focusing on one point and not scattering."

"As ordered."

Even in the most critical moments, the Royal Guard demonstrated exceptional combat skills and remained a fighting force. All their power was concentrated on Yunus alone; with a roar, his greatsword swept away the angelic pillar of light, shattering the seemingly invincible magic.

For the first time since the start of the war, Frilian's magic failed; this was a clash of absolute power.