Frillian in the Elden Ring

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

Yunus leaned over in a daze, scooping up the soil and muttering, "How beautiful! Perhaps this isn't a unique form of magic, but you're undoubtedly the one who best incorporates aesthetics into the destruction of the demons. What kind of heart do you have?"

Unfortunately, Fulilian did not respond. Instead, she collected samples in a swaggering manner, putting a little bit of petals and soil residue into the reagent bottle. Now she had less of a warrior temperament and looked more like a scholar.

No one dared to disturb them for a while, and just stood there as if punished to witness the lonely battlefield... The ruins are now considered ruins.

Destroy the army with one strike!

Only one in ten of the vast demon soldiers are left now, and they can hardly survive.

A majestic flower bud was left at the center of the collision. Aside from the silver-haired girl standing proudly, no one else stood within a hundred meters. Her expression was calm, and her emerald eyes held no trace of hesitation, her demeanor commensurate with the magical power she exuded.

I wonder what vicissitudes that seemingly youthful body has gone through? What peerless masters has that gaze gazed upon and then defeated?

"You elves always have monsters popping out from corners that history has forgotten."

"Come to me now, Volame."

Suddenly, the elf woman stretched out her hand. This gesture moved everyone's heart, and all was silent. Who was she waving to? Then they saw a girl with orange hair running towards them.

She was so weak, she almost stumbled, the weakest person to have entered the battlefield. But no one dared to attack, because they knew Fulilian would be the fastest, so they could only watch helplessly as they joined forces.

Volame ran to the side and subconsciously grabbed the teacher's skirt, her body trembling, and those eyes were frightening.

"I'm afraid."

"But you still came, right? It's good that you came. I'll help you break your fear. You already have the tenacity of a strong person, but you also need pride. Don't underestimate yourself. Pride is built on victory."

Fulilian casually threw a staff at the latter who was still in shock.

Compared to Bofula's petite body, she was too long, and her weight caught her off guard and she almost couldn't lift her up.

No way? Are you asking me to fight the Great Demon?

"Here's a gift. Use the basic magic attacks I taught you earlier. Don't worry about aiming. Just hit whoever you see. I'll protect you. Let's go together and clear the target. We can't let a single demon escape today. We have to ensure complete victory."

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

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

Just as Volame nodded, an even more unsettling scene appeared before him. The wizard who had unleashed a magical annihilation battle that would go down in history was holding a huge sword in his left hand, as if ready for hand-to-hand combat. "Don't you care at all about the rule that wizards should keep their distance?"

The red-haired girl disagreed. The teacher was so strong because he had practiced all the way. Those who made a fuss and didn't understand were too far away from Fulilian's realm.

"I'm carrying you."

She stretched out her hand and gently pulled Volame's legs to clamp around her waist, and then she put her hands around the silver-haired girl's neck and reluctantly picked up the staff.

His entire center of gravity rested completely on Fulilian's back, and for some reason, the tension subsided.

Only when you get close to it can you understand the magic of holding the Tower of Babel.

So what the teacher meant was that after seeing the scenery at the top of the world, one wouldn't be easily moved. The peak was right before him, and now all he had to do was seize the opportunity to kill a demon, for revenge!

Yunus was provoked by this scene and his face was distorted with anger. What kind of fool dares to fight on the battlefield with a burden?

They were happy to see a powerful enemy voluntarily impose restrictions, but that was too contemptuous. Did they think that if they could wipe out an army in one blow, they would no longer pose a threat? The most elite guards and commanders were still there. The human army on Chengtou Mountain had a chance to breathe, but they were not optimistic.

I can't imagine how a magician from the Age of Gods could lead a small team of mere magic apprentices and a large demon. You are indeed very strong, but you overestimate your own strength.

"Do you know what you have done? This is the army that His Majesty the Demon King has awarded. You have humiliated the entire demon race. Elf, what is your name?"

"Flillian."

"I am Yunus, a great demon warrior and frontline commander."

Today, he was practically mad with rage. Look at this dilapidated, crimson battlefield. How many outstanding demon warriors have been buried there? It might take a thousand years to replenish them. This all-out offensive was something that hadn't happened in a decade. All of it was lost.

I will be punished and killed if I go back, so I might as well fight with all my strength here. The stupid enemy's self-limitation gives me an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"You'll soon realize how stupid you are."

At the same time, Yunus flipped his hand and took out a giant sword of exaggerated size. He took a step forward and rushed into the distance, sweeping the sword across.

Ding! The powerful attack was deflected by the blade, and the recoil made him stagger. At the same time, the elf's staff in his other hand condensed the Kalia Swift Sword and suddenly stabbed it towards his throat.

At the critical moment, the demon mage launched a long-range attack on Volame, forcing Fulilian to return to defense. They knew that this thousand-year-old antique had many tricks up his sleeve, so they picked the weak ones first.

Just as he was about to press on with his victory, a circle of shining swords appeared out of nowhere and interrupted the long-range magic.

"Teacher, I'm going to go."

As the red-haired girl screamed, Fulilian shot Yunus's right leg with a rain of arrows from Flan. He froze and half-knelt in the path of Volame's attack, but the next moment he dodged despite the injury. The demon mage on the other side gave him treatment, with a clear division of labor.

They were a complete team, having fought together on the battlefield for years, and their combined power was enough to rival that of the Sage.

"Sorry, I was the one who held back."

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

"—What do you two think of the demon warriors?"

At this moment, Yunus drank the potion and continued to bless the enhanced protection from the mage, forming a stranglehold with the team leader as the center.

The soldiers on the city wall tried to help, but were crushed by a random magical attack and could not even lift their heads. They were completely unable to intervene. It turned out that the power invested by the demons was far greater than that of the North Wind Fortress.

The red-haired girl felt her heart tighten and a look of worry on her face as she noticed that the other party's aura was constantly breaking through the limit.

"Very good, Volame. You managed to control your breathing this time without trembling, didn't you? Remember the feeling of your blood boiling today. It will be enough for you to enjoy for the rest of your life."

"Will my blood boil?"

"Correct."

The next moment, Fulilian stomped her foot on the ground, her combat skill Storm Foot swirling a frost tornado that sent the demons flying, throwing their formation into disarray. Then, she leaped high and landed with a thud, her sword slashing through a warrior, instantly cleaving him in two.

But the target's body forced itself together and she swung the axe again. When she caught it, she found that it had turned into an undead puppet.

"Elf, you don't know how many methods a demon army has at its disposal."

"Then use holy attribute miracle spells to target them."

Before she finished speaking, a pale blue beam of light descended around the silver-haired girl. It was a miraculous power bestowed upon the saint by an angel, and it had a close connection with the belief in the angels of Lothric.

Any undead puppets it irradiated were instantly reduced to ash. Furthermore, it also dealt physical damage, creating a hole in the ground with each shot. If a flaw appeared, Fulilian's staff, magic sword, or sword skeleton greatsword would tear the enemy apart. That's right, she only used swords now.

On the battlefield at the city gate, an elf warrior carried a human apprentice on his back, wielding his two greatswords like the wind. Every time he stomped his feet, the ground roared. Light beams continued to rise around him, bombarding the demons indiscriminately.

And too fast.

Fulilian, galloping at full speed, was no less powerful than any top-tier warrior. Her blade was invincible, dazzling, and her momentum was like lightning. She practically mowed down the enemies, and the demons, known for their teamwork, were powerless to resist.

What was even more disgusting was that Volame would sneak a move from time to time, and she herself didn't even know where she was aiming, let alone dodging.

Her attack power was not enough to kill the demon, but even a small injury would slow her movements and cause death.

boom!

Suddenly, Fulilian slashed her sword into the shoulder of a demon mage, blood splattering everywhere. She deliberately didn't cut through completely, but instead stepped on the shoulder, forcing the mage to kneel down. Then she turned around and ordered:

"Kill him, Volame, and remember the sight of his death."

"Yes, Master."

Before he could finish his words, the magic impact blew off his head, and the first kill was completed. The sudden excitement made him excited.

"Today, you, not even ten years old, killed a great demon magician."

“It’s all thanks to the teacher’s help.”

"Becoming my disciple is one of your accomplishments. Don't think it's inflated. It counts as your achievement. On the battlefield, no process is more valuable than victory. If you think it's not valuable enough, then we can kill him."

After saying that, Fulilian raised her sword skeleton and pointed it at Yunus, who looked dusty and exhausted. If she hadn't killed the auxiliary personnel first, the general would have been in an even more embarrassing state.

The surviving guards, fully aware of the power of the Age of Gods magicians, had no choice but to huddle together, not daring to distance themselves from each other.

They couldn't understand why this power was so strong. Why was his magic so inexhaustible? Why was he stronger and more agile than those dwarf warriors?

The human soldiers watching the battle from the city walls were even more numb. Did such a person actually exist? They seemed to have been fortunate enough to witness just the tip of the iceberg of the strongest, the dominance of the mythical era.

"All demons, coordinate your magic resonance and focus on one point. Don't disperse."

"As ordered."

Even in the most critical moment, the Royal Guards displayed exceptional combat prowess, remaining capable of a fight. All their strength converged on Yunus alone, and with a roar, he swept aside the angel's beam with his broadsword, shattering the all-conquering magic.

This was the first time since the war began that Fulilian's magic failed to work. This was a contest of absolute power.

Although he was out of breath, he was happy in his heart.

In any case, it increases the chance of winning. At least we have to kill the girl named Volame. Otherwise, I can't imagine how terrifying the growth rate of the short-lived species that inherits the mantle of the God Age will be.

Plans are not as fast as changes. In an instant, the silver-haired elf took the initiative to step forward, and the two swords were as powerful as door panels.

clang!

He caught it, but it was like catching a mountain. The power it received made his arms numb, and the strong demon warrior was sent flying backwards, creating a ravine.

After repelling the obstructing figure, Fulilian turned to look at the guards, her icy eyes terrifying even the demons. Why had the general been sent flying with one strike? Was she actually a warrior? What had happened?

They didn't have time to think about it, because the sharp blade actually spread out circles of ripples.

Layer upon layer of pyroxene arcs shot out, and after being strengthened by the soul attack, it was not afraid of the defensive barrier at all, and once hit, it would cause serious injuries.

The demon mages were nearly despairing. Why hadn't she used a repeating spell so far? Unable to predict, defend, or break, they were completely decimated. Only less than five of their own men remained, and they were on the verge of total destruction.

"Stop it!"

Yunus, dragging his injured body, attacked from behind, scattering the silver-haired figure with a single blow. Was it an illusion? His original form reappeared, floating in the air, giving people a strong sense of foreboding.

"How could such an upright style of yours actually be like this?"

"See? Volame, that's why the enemy is so foolish as to fall for it."

She was so relaxed that she even gave her apprentice some private lessons, but the magic power didn't slow down at all, and it was condensed and completed. Behind Fulilian, a giant dragon roared and opened its bloody mouth.

The Breath of the White Dragon, which also has the effect of physical crystallization, is very suitable for dealing with the mage's barrier in reality and can overwhelm it instantly.

Boom!

It would be more accurate to say that he was not defeated so much as he was defeated. Crystal veins appeared out of nowhere on the ground and submerged his body. The sharp and hard ore ground his flesh and blood, leaving no intact body.

Yunus, now alone, was stunned. A profound loneliness enveloped him. What should he do? He couldn't find any companions anywhere. He hadn't even touched the enemy, let alone caused any harm. What else could he do?

Volame, who witnessed all this from high above, was shocked. Under the absolute power of Teacher Fulilian, life and death were decided.

The so-called generals were kept until now because they were intended to be targets for themselves. As for those other so-called elite guys, they could be killed as soon as the mood struck them.

"It turns out that the demons can be so insignificant."

85

Chapter 85: Fulilian's battle to fame in reality.

Yunus stared at the elf and the human with gritted teeth, furious and filled with hatred.

He wasn't stupid, and he had guessed the whole story: Why hadn't Azalt returned? Perhaps he had run into a tough guy while on a mission to slaughter the elves, and his entire army was wiped out.

Those people are beyond saving.

Now the God of Death had appeared before him, slaying hundreds of demon troops with a single blow, even confronting him and his personal guards. His fighting style was deadly yet sloppy, having spent the past few rounds feeding his disciples with moves, treating them all as training.

Now the only personal guard that Yunus relied on was also wiped out. Although there are still some vassal troops left, how can cannon fodder be considered combat effectiveness?

This was the first time in all the years he had been active on the front lines that his life was in imminent danger.

The demon army had been advancing triumphantly, only to encounter an unexpected obstacle. Why? Was it Azalt's premature provocation of the elven village that led to the complete collapse? No, Fulilian was to blame.

At this moment, the silver-haired elf girl stood still, stretching out her two swords, looking extraordinary and heroic, with unparalleled power.

Volame on her back raised his staff high, clumsily concentrating the beam of light, but no one dared to underestimate a sneak attack when fighting against the strongest magician.

come on.

Yunus roared and charged, his broadsword extending a hundred meters across, but Fulilian easily dodged it with a leap. Meanwhile, a beam of charged energy shot out, and even he had to block it. In just a few rounds, the child's accuracy increased dramatically.

Suddenly a figure came pressing forward.

The sword skeleton's greatsword fell with a loud bang, creating a huge pit on the ground. At the critical moment, the demon warrior rolled over to avoid it.

Then he saw the staff in Fulilian's other hand burst out with pyroxene magic gravel.

Roll again.

After creating some distance, Fulilian used another move called Angel Light Pillar. As she swung her greatsword, beams of light rolled up and fell. Numerous magic gravel meteors and a circle of shining swords protected her body. Her defense was impenetrable and had a suppressive effect. It was completely oversaturated.