Frillian in the Elden Ring

When others looked over, they saw the two girls' figures were submerged, with only magic bombarding them. There were countless different types, and it was impossible to estimate how much magic power was consumed.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was no problem to kill a big demon in an instant, but he chose to create an opportunity for his apprentice, resulting in a cat playing with mouse situation.

A dignified magician of the Age of Gods is actually willing to fight like this?

Money can't buy it, I'm happy with it.

How had Volame struck such good fortune to become his apprentice? And he was probably a magician with the highest moral standards.

She only needed to release magic as soon as she had it, but Yunus had to think about more. He had to constantly dodge Fulilian's bombardment, and whenever the other party thought she was moving too fast, he would cut her with a wound to slow her down.

"You are too arrogant to care about an apprentice during a battle. She will kill you."

"You're wrong. You can't imagine protecting others, so you can't imagine a stronger power. That's why you're so weak."

"Don't be so nonchalant!"

But the demons couldn't refute the elf girl's words.

Fulilian, who is practicing protection, has displayed unparalleled power, which is probably among the best in the world. This is the truth for the race that advocates power. The power inspired by protection is beyond their imagination.

Seeing the enemy's frustrated look, Volame smiled triumphantly, and the long-accumulated resentment was swept away, and he found his own way.

correct.

Like his teacher, he is strong enough to protect whoever he wants. He was able to save the elf village and the dying little girl. Even the arrogant demons cannot shake his determination.

"Your firing rate is too slow. You won't be able to keep up when I chase you later, so cooperate with the flow of my magic power."

The magic of the two resonated together, and the small column of smoke merged into the large column, complementing each other. The rolling murderous aura was even more powerful, and the ferocious beast now protecting its cub would only launch an even more terrifying attack.

To be honest, the remaining vassal troops began to retreat.

Anyone who took a look at the magic that seemed to cover an entire village would be terrified.

The Demon King we've all seen is only this much mighty. Could there be a rival? Or perhaps, even more terrifyingly, another magician, like Celie, who has journeyed through the Age of Mythology? How many powerful beings do you elves harbor?

When we think of the powerful elves who left behind many legends, we can't help but feel a little more fearful.

Yunus took a deep breath, gripped the scimitar tightly, and said coldly: "Don't run away. Today we must try our best to test her methods——"

Whoosh!

Before he finished speaking, he stepped forward.

The edge was too fast, even the warrior's body was half a beat slower. Fulilian's katana deflected the weapon, the shining sword circle intercepted the long-range support, and then the Kalia Swift Sword generated by the staff pierced into the abdomen and penetrated the ground.

How could a great demon like him be nailed to the ground? Just as the thought came to his mind, Yunus was suddenly kicked from behind, bending over.

"Asshole, don't underestimate the tenacity of a warrior."

The man struggled to stand up amid the roar, and more blood flowed from his wound, but he no longer cared. Now he would fight to the end for honor, and let you see the end.

The sword exploded as it was released in a fatal strike, hitting the surface of the sword skeleton with a buzzing sound. Volame behind Fulilian couldn't help but cover her eyes. The strong wind almost blew her away.

Yunus tried his best and even caused cracks on his weapon, but it did not shake the silver-haired girl at all. The power of her blocking was unfathomable.

"Are you really a warrior?"

"Just practice in my spare time."

Before he could finish his words, the sword skeleton's sword completely shattered the big knife and hit his shoulder, splashing a column of blood.

Finally, he half-knelt on the ground with his head lowered, unable to look directly at the majestic figure.

Fulilian pinched the target's horn with one hand, with such force that it could not be shaken at all. With the other hand, she steadied the staff and released lightning, which immediately paralyzed a top warrior and made him unable to move.

"Kill him, Volame. Aim well. You must be familiar with the feeling of a strong man being decapitated in your hands."

Before he could finish his words, a magic beam of light pierced Yunus's head from the back. It was a quick and effective kill, without leaving any room for maneuver.

"——Teacher, I succeeded, thank you."

“You did a great job.”

The arrogant demon warrior was executed in the most humiliating manner. The corpse was stepped on by Fulilian and nailed with a staff, and was killed by a young apprentice.

When Yunus turned to ashes, the human defenders were still in shock, unable to believe that the enemy commander died so easily.

The loss of his unified deterrence has completely demoralized the survivors of the demon army. It's okay to fight in an advantageous position, but now they have to show their desire to survive and leave as soon as possible. They will never fight with the God of Killing any longer, otherwise they will all be destroyed.

After just a moment's hesitation, they took off running, never looking back.

The composition of this so-called vassal army is very complex. There are some demons who have failed and fallen to the margins, controlled monsters, and humans who are willing to help the evil... It is wishful thinking to expect them to unite. The reason they have been able to wait until now to escape is that they are even more afraid of the general who will punish them.

What now?

Even the entire elite vanguard corps, which the Demon King had awarded and encouraged, had no one left alive. The commanders were completely dead. Is there anyone left who can control themselves? Slipped away.

Even with only a few hundred men fleeing, the force still possessed the aura of a mighty army. A trail of dust and smoke as they retreated from the North Wind Fortress offered a sense of humor. They had clearly come here to show off their might, but now they were in such a state of disgrace.

"We can't let these guys get away and continue to cause trouble."

Fulilian murmured.

Volame reminded impatiently: "Teacher, do you have enough magic power?"

"That's enough. Also, remember the soul magic I mentioned before? I'll show you a basic attack: tracking soul crystal blocks."

Whoops!

Holding her staff high, Fulilian released one crystal shell after another. Once she used it, she didn't have to worry about it because the soul reactions that automatically targeted the enemy covered them separately. The number was huge, which was luxurious and efficient for people with strong magic power.

All the fleeing monsters were drowned without exception.

The rumbling explosion made the place bloody and mangled. Even if the mage cast a defensive barrier, it was useless because the crystal blocks had a large mass crushing effect and could completely break the defense.

There is no point in trying to deceive with illusions, as it recognizes soul reactions.

The mid-air explosion covered the sky above the original demon camp, blowing up the flags, tearing apart the tents, and leaving a bloody mess and broken walls.

People understand Fulilian's magic style: large-scale.

Forget about accuracy and mass. Only those who are not as skilled as others like to be frugal. A powerful magician should be a human turret. Each shot is enough to destroy the city gate. There is no need to consider so many things.

The silver-haired girl raised her staff and shook out pyroxene magic gravel, pyroxene arc and other things that bombarded her all at once.

Don't think you can adapt to your own battle rhythm. The endless stream of magic is the best change of tactics. Use information oversaturation to fight against intelligence leaks.

She is definitely on the demon clan's kill list.

This is also the enemy they will continue to study, and it is not even limited to the demons. All those who are wary of them must be considered. So let you study it, and there may be unexpected gains.

Volame watched helplessly as his prey tried to escape by showing off their skills, but were wiped out by his teacher's casual move, leaving no intact body and only potholes on the ground, which were obviously enough to destroy the city wall.

It seems like a simple trick but it contains excellent performance.

At the same time, Fulilian did not forget to explain: "Folamei, the key to their existence..."

Generally speaking, achieving massive mass, speed, and tracking requires three or more types of magic each, not to mention the soul damage effect. Just now, a demon was annihilated even through armor. Is this just basic soul magic? How profound and powerful is this school?

While she was thinking, she was put down. Then, Fulilian put away her weapon, held the staff in both hands, and pointed it forward, targeting the camp.

Thunder magic of destruction!

Finally, a magic that has spread and is at least not completely undocumented has appeared, but in Fulilian's hands, it also displays an exaggerated range.

boom!

Thunderbolts from the heavens annihilated the entire alliance, and a raging fire raged, reducing countless corpses to charred ash. Combined with the crimson earth and giant flowers in the background, it created a scene of doom, created entirely by his own strength.

Today, an elf magician refreshed people's understanding of the upper limit of magic's destructive power.

Considering the ruins left over from the mythological era, they were probably traces of war. Could it be that even the mages at that time were powerful and had both combat and magic skills like Fulilian?

I was not interested in the shocked looks and started to check the relics of the demons one by one, looting them openly.

Refuse to waste.

Such a powerful person would even be interested in these little gadgets? It can be considered a kind of interest.

At this time, the city gates were wide open. The commander and others who had escaped the disaster looked at the silver-haired girl in fear, unable to imagine that this person had destroyed an army in the spotlight of the public.

Wayne, dusty and exhausted, bowed deeply. "Thank you, sir, for saving North Wind Fortress. I am Commander Wayne, and I am willing to serve. All the soldiers and civilians are grateful for your service."

"It doesn't matter. It's just a matter of convenience."

At the same time, Volame began to introduce himself, briefly stating the name of his mentor and the great elven magician, without any stage fright and with composure.

Upon hearing this, Commander Wayne confirmed his impression of the hermit master. The demons were indeed too evil, and their actions were so unbearable that even the powerful men who had been in seclusion since the mythological era decided to help them.

Freellen, who had originally intended to clarify, simply accepted the title of one of the God Age Magicians.

Would her explanation be useful? Anyone who saw this exaggerated magical power would also recognize the gold content of the millennium level, wouldn't it? After all, they had never seen anything of the same level.

I haven't seen it myself either.

The hype wouldn't make Fulilian underestimate the real world, as there were too many conceptual phenomena whose effects were difficult to predict. Therefore, she carried a large number of damage reduction amulets. If they didn't trigger, it was considered good news. Tricky mechanics were rare.

In other words, no matter how good the mechanism is, it cannot escape the weakness of the body. Perhaps there are some special ones among the large number of demons he killed.

"Lady Fulilian, we are willing to pay a high reward."

"Just give me the magic book... No, give me some money. After all, I have accepted an apprentice now, and Volame needs it."

"I would have supported her even if you hadn't told me."

Putting aside her identity as the chief disciple of the God-era magician, the undisputed successor to his legacy, just based on Volame's performance in cooperation with the battle just now, everyone can understand that she has extraordinary potential. Not everyone can participate in top-level battles without changing their expressions, not to mention that she is quick, accurate and ruthless in her moves.

The most important thing is that the red-haired girl now acts as a middleman to introduce the two parties.

The nobles believed in their own judgment, and even more so in Fulilian's. The two sides quickly got to know each other thanks to Volame, a communication channel.

"Also, you don't have to worry about the battle marks I left behind. That corrosive energy won't spread and will disappear quickly. It's just that the color will linger for a long time..."

"That just shows how advanced your magical skills are."

"up to you."

Wayne, realizing the embarrassment of his boasting, coughed and said seriously, "Regardless, on behalf of the fortress, I sincerely thank you. Once again, please accept this badge. It grants access to any location in the city and even allows you to dispatch troops."

He solemnly handed a shield-shaped accessory to Fulilian, who nodded in acceptance.

"You probably don't care given your power, but we can make some arrangements. I hope you'll feel right at home at North Wind Fortress."

"Thank you, but I have to excuse myself for a moment."

Being polite is not Frelian's style. Now she has to collect samples again before the scarlet corruption magic completely decays.

86

Chapter 86: Defense Victory.

After the greetings, the group began to clean up the battlefield.

The most eye-catching thing is a huge scarlet flower stretching across the center of the plain, with the surrounding area dyed red, and countless dead demons left behind deep red marks.

This painting of death was filled with evil, making one hesitate to delve into the nature of the magic that could single-handedly kill thousands. When the soldiers mustered the courage to try to move the flower, they found it motionless, standing like a towering city wall.

In view of its devastating power, no one dared to take any action. Now that the petals are closed, what would happen if they bloomed again?

Commander Wayne scratched his head and muttered, "How about just making it a victory monument?"

"I'll recycle it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fulilian took the initiative to step forward, clasped her hands together, and the huge flower shrank to the size of a finger. The scarlet corruption contained in it reached its lowest point and no longer posed a threat.

It is rumored that the Galide region also left behind huge flowers after the Shattering War.

The Ionian flower is difficult to destroy and will always leave traces after blooming. Besides, how can we bear to destroy the precious experimental materials?

But there is a possibility that something unexpected will happen and cause great suffering to the people.

"By the way, sir, can this red soil be eliminated?"

"There's no effective method at the moment, but don't worry, it just looks exaggerated and won't cause any extra pollution. Otherwise, I definitely wouldn't use it easily."

Wayne quickly replied, "Please don't mind me, I'm just asking casually. Honestly, use whatever tricks you have against the demons. Destroying the environment? An environment without humans is meaningless. We'd be just as happy if you reduced this place to scorched earth."

Nothing to say.

War torments both sides, and unless the conflict is truly stopped, everyone will be distorted.

"Teacher Fulilian, what kind of flower is this? It's so beautiful."

Volame, looking like a curious baby, tried to poke it with his hands.