Frillian in the Elden Ring

"Then, including that fire, everything must be put out. I, the evil omen demon Markit, will do it immediately—"

The scepter suddenly slammed to the ground and released the impact.

He glanced around and told everyone to move away.

Fulilian looked up at the giant figure, her voice high and mighty, "I've heard of you. You're the great hero who twice protected the royal city of Rodel. You've dedicated more than anyone else to the continuation of the Golden Dynasty."

"I'm glad you said that. Praise from your opponent is the greatest affirmation. It's a pity that you will lose here."

"Defeat? Those who talk lightly about victory or defeat will be defeated by arrogance. You are not that kind of person. People always save the most difficult things for words. Can you imagine what it would be like to defeat me?"

"..."

"In the magical world, if you can't imagine it, you can't do it."

Admittedly, there was an element of psychological warfare involved in this conversation, but the overwhelming aura of the silver-haired girl revealed one thing: she was powerful.

This was the first impression that Frelian gave to Marketeet. At least the clone felt very stressed.

The other party possessed an unfathomable amount of magical power, a true demigod. How could such a faded being be summoned to the borderland? His rise to power was so swift and powerful that it was truly admirable.

But he is not without a chance of winning, because the silver-haired girl's power is very inconsistent and does not fit the environment, so her true performance will be greatly reduced.

"You don't realize how mixed and chaotic your powers are. I'm afraid you'll explode without me having to exert any effort. Want to give it a try?"

"bring it on."

"So victory should belong to the Golden Dynasty."

He clenched the scepter in his hand like a heavy hammer carrying a whistling wind.

At the same time, Frellen added two major benefits, the Oath of Protection of the Golden Tree and the Oath of Revenge. The staff in her right hand added magical weapon enhancement to the katana in her left hand, and everything was ready.

The two of them locked onto each other's energy, their gazes crossed, and their figures disappeared simultaneously the instant their gazes met.

Boom!

Markit launched a powerful blow, smashing the scepter down. The ground caved in, but the target was nowhere to be seen, meaning it missed. No problem. The next moment, the scepter swept across, unleashing a surge of magical energy, aiming at the silver-haired girl who had just finished a step back. After a brief exchange of moves, both displayed exceptional speed, and it became clear that the other's mobility was immense. The key was how to contain them.

"The timing is good."

Fulilian sighed and dodged with a jump. The staff had already released dozens of pyroxene magic gravels to block the attack route.

However, at this moment, a crossbow arrow like a spear shot from the blind spot, enough to kill the flying dragon.

At the critical moment, she swung her katana to deflect them one by one, without affecting Moli's pursuit of the charging Markit, but the latter perfectly coordinated with the rhythm of the crossbow and seized an opportunity to strike!

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

Although Fulilian reacted immediately and blocked with the hilt of the knife, the petite figure still flew backwards and hit the sandbag, and was covered by a round of crossbow arrows.

She was too light, and the spear-like crossbow arrows were vulnerable to the acceleration of gravity. The Greg soldiers were overjoyed by this scene, and rounds of arrows from the city walls were timely replenished.

The entire frontal firepower of Stonewell City was concentrated on one person, which could be considered a great courtesy.

Whoosh whoosh!

A rain of arrows blocked the displacement space, many of which came from the Night Cavalry.

They are proficient in all kinds of martial arts and are good at cooperating with Markit to achieve siege effects. Rodel's strength is not just that of a demigod. People who only stare at the signboard will be confused. His real strength lies in the high-end combat power being twisted into a rope to defeat the enemy.

hum!

Suddenly, a condensed magical power rose from the smoke, which was very strange, because this invisible magical power could easily reach the strength to resist the design.

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

Light swords gathered in the air and shot down the arrows one by one.

It was a brilliant sword circle formation, so sophisticated that it could intercept crossbow arrows. It was obvious that the caster was gifted and had bought a chance to catch his breath.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Fulilian stood there. There were a few arrows stuck in the dancer's armor, and her cheek was scratched. She looked a little embarrassed, but her expression was still calm, as if it had nothing to do with her.

"Teacher Se Lian taught me to use the impact of the Brilliant Sword Circle Formation, but I used it to intercept, which is quite suitable."

She cared more about the new magic than her injuries. At this moment, crossbow arrows continued to fly in the air and hit the pyroxene sword. The streams of light intertwined and protected the silver-haired figure together. It was more flexible than a simple defensive barrier.

Although there is barrier defense magic in reality, it is not suitable enough, so I might as well use pyroxene magic to deal with it.

"Fader, do you think I'm mean now?"

"No, this is war, and it's common to besiege others or to defeat the majority with a small force in a melee."

"I have some bad news for you. During the Battle of Rodel, I worked with the other knights to suppress General Latarn, the Starbreaker. Even he had to retreat."

"It's good news."

"Oh?"

"I am honored to share the same test with the strongest demigod, Markit. I also want to tell you: the one standing before you is also a battle mage."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fulilian removed her arm armor, allowing for greater mobility. This meant she would move beyond the rigid swinging of her staff and flicking her blade. Suddenly, she seemed a completely different person, her aura soaring like a raging fire.

The next moment, the soldiers who were aiming with their bows and arrows lost their target.

To be precise, the Faded One and the Ominous Demon fought at close range, and both sides moved with astonishing speed, leaving no room for flaws.

In a flash, the two men had already bombed their way through the city gate avenue. Steel clashed, resounding with a resounding crunch. Sparks and magical shockwaves swept in all directions, shattering countless supplies into a cloud of debris. The entire main thoroughfare was riddled with potholes, and some people were blown away by the shockwaves. The constant rumbling roar shook their eardrums. The earth-shattering sound forced the ordinary soldiers to retreat.

Kallia Swift Sword!

Fran quick sword!

The staff seamlessly switched between lightsabers of varying lengths and strengths, instantly exhausting Markit's defense. He often lost the chance to block, and blood splattered everywhere.

Fast and slow knife, do you like my long and short knives?

Having the upper hand, Fulilian completely gave up long-range and medium-range combat and insisted on close combat.

My own game wasn't like the average player's, with a dedicated boss room for one-on-one duels to ensure fairness. I also had to be wary of sneak attacks from the Night Riders and Grek soldiers. Getting hurt wasn't a big deal, but I was afraid of being stunned and completely disrupting the rhythm of the battle.

Markit also knew that it would be difficult to defeat the enemy with the clone alone, so he needed to cooperate with the soldiers and there was no time to waste, he had to act quickly.

Otherwise, the tunnel defense line will not be able to hold, and the attack will reach the city wall sooner or later.

Fortunately, Fulilian's martial arts were not compatible with his, and as the son of an evil omen, she had unexpected means.

Wagging tail!

Suddenly, a thick tail emerged from under the linen cloth and hit her. The silver-haired girl immediately blocked it with her knife, but the sharp thorns still pierced through her shoulder armor and drew blood.

In an instant, he used this to create distance, and also used his tail to control Frillian's displacement, finally creating space for shooting.

The difference in body structure and the unexpected sneak attack made the silver-haired girl realize that her weapon was stuck. Although she immediately released the handle the next moment, it was too late.

Ten thousand arrows fired at once——

This move was timed very well, perfectly coordinating with the rhythm of the Night Cavalry, enough to turn the target into a hornet's nest.

Only Markit could see clearly that Frelian had changed the weapon in her left hand to a curved greatsword, then she lowered her body and performed a series of strange steps to easily avoid the rain of arrows. Her movements were agile and swift, and she avoided most of the damage just by lowering her body.

After a full sprint, he even had enough energy to continue chasing Markit, but he couldn't close the distance.

"It's the Hound Knight's move, but faster."

The same move used by a strong person will also produce qualitative changes, just like now, the silver-haired girl even rushed forward while avoiding the rain of arrows, and caught up with the target in the blink of an eye. The other soldiers didn't even react why they missed?

They were baffled. How could a mere Faded One be able to wield such a wide variety of weapons and utilize their strengths? It was as if they had practiced for a long time. How could this be possible?

clang!

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

The blue magic drew out bright red blood. For the demigod, the injury on his chest was not a big deal. He was still keeping distance and creating opportunities.

Unexpectedly, a large and long golden halberd suddenly appeared.

The classic weapon of the old tree guards appeared, fully utilizing their range advantage, forcing Markit to stay within striking distance and leaving the other archers wary. Is this the pinnacle of martial arts? Without any advantage in size, weapons, or numbers, they managed to suppress the ominous demon. It was simply superb, and even worse was happening:

Launch the Golden Tree and take the oath!

The weapon's inherent combat skills were activated at the same time, and a halo surrounded the silver-haired girl, brilliant and majestic, unstoppable.

The enemies of the Golden Tree used this move to continue the strengthening effect and reach a perfect state.

"You cannot use that weapon, Faded One."

"Don't be distracted. You should focus on your opponent, Market."

The exasperated evil demon had a ferocious look on his face, and roared as he condensed a golden hammer that suddenly fell down, but unexpectedly, Fulilian switched to the golden tree shield and used the magic wand to protect the magic shield to block the attack firmly.

It was blocked, and the perfect deflection caused the huge evil demon to freeze for a moment. No one present noticed this fleeting flaw at all, but it was enough.

She threw her shield and hit Market, and the continuous defensive counterattacks broke her resilience and created a moment of imbalance.

The next moment, the silver-haired girl jumped up on the shield. The weapons in both hands disappeared, and she held a legendary holy object in both hands. It had a ferocious appearance and was made up of several weapons. It was extremely powerful.

Sword skeleton greatsword.

Activate the combat skill Oath of Vengeance to comprehensively enhance attributes and toughness, and then Furlin strikes with all his strength from above, casting a shadow.

He reacted, but his body was still half a beat behind the rebound. A slight mistake could lead to a huge loss.

"Make way, guardian of the golden tree."

Amidst a loud bang, Markit was attacked by an execution attack, and a column of blood spurted out of his chest!

66

Chapter 66: Fight off the evil demons.

Ninja kill!

The extra-large sword skeleton in Fulilian's hand stabbed into Market's chest fiercely, even with the skills of ninja assassination, releasing the maximum damage.

But she was not used to this kind of weapon that was as big as her body, so she removed it and replaced it with a staff the next moment.

Kalia's Swift Sword and Brilliant Sword Circle Formation——

It was avoided, and the Bleeding Execution only made him stiff for a moment before Markit jumped away. Apart from his slightly weak breath, he didn't show any major fluctuations and was obviously able to fight again.

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

"I once used this sword to pierce the chest of General Latarn, the Starbreaker, and he stood up and continued fighting. You'd better be careful too."

Having said that, he was actually exhausted, and the wound was constantly draining away his endurance.

On the surface everything is calm, but in reality it is just holding on. After all, the clone is not as resilient as the original. To put it bluntly, it has been put into countdown by a round of attacks and may disappear soon.

On the other hand, Fulilian was also in a bad mood after performing a series of combos. She had accumulated injuries in the high-speed attack just now, but she still had a way.

The silver-haired girl drank the potion.

A red halo appeared around his body, and his vitality rose rapidly.

Restore health.

She rarely used the power of the dripping dew when she reached the border. Since you're attacking without honor, I'll start too. As the potion flowed into her body, a vast vitality spread throughout her limbs, healing her wounds and replenishing her strength.

Admittedly, the body based on the Stargazer account is too fragile, but Fulilian can use elixirs to replenish the status.

The fading ones, returning to their peak form in the blink of an eye, made the defenders nervous. They almost forgot, wasn't this the same as entering the second stage? The leader started drinking medicine to replenish his energy.

If the rumors are correct, this is the first time that the Demon Sword of Destruction has taken a health-restoring potion.

Everyone immediately fixed their sights on Fleury's petite figure, concentrating their attention and not daring to miss her. They further surrounded her with Markit as the core vanguard, and even the Night Cavalry prepared for hand-to-hand combat.

She was right. As fellow battle mages, this was the Stonewell version of the Siege of Ratan, a fight to the death.

It’s difficult.

In the eyes of many veterans, the scenes of Fulilian and Latan attacking the city in the past were no less impressive. They were both in a realm that they could not understand at all, and they were invincible.

How can a fader be so difficult?

"You don't have to worry."

Markit tightly grasped the scepter and pointed it at the silver-haired girl: "We will win today as well."

The surrounding Night Cavalry stepped forward to guard their leader, forming a formation. When the numerous heroic killers joined forces with the ominous demons, they formed a legion, and the interwoven pressure seemed to materialize.

However, Fulilian remained calm from beginning to end. It was not known whether she had such an expression of indifference or was truly confident. In any case, it was still very troublesome.

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

Originally, we didn't plan to use it, but the army from the royal city cooperated to the extreme, and the layers of strangulation made it impossible to free up our hands to attack the main target with all our strength, so we had to let the ashes share some of the burden.