Frieren in Elden Ring

The girl in the traveling cloak quickly retreated, creating some distance.

Mohg sneered, "A good reaction, to actually dodge it. And this divine aura... It seems you're not simple."

"Who are you?"

Melina hadn't expected to be so easily injured as a spirit. The long-unfelt pain was hard to adapt to; it was likely some form of accursed blood power.

"No need to be curious. You're dead anyway."

The next moment, his sacred spear struck out again. The unarmed maiden could only roll to dodge the blow, yet the mere shockwave carried a cutting edge, definitely capable of wounding a soul. The opponent had come prepared.

The developing situation allowed no time for thought, as the enemy's pursuit followed relentlessly, not giving her a chance to face him directly.

She barely dodged, yet that contamination had already touched her cheek.

In her current state, could she use incantations? She hadn't succeeded before. But Frieren had once mentioned the subject of casting spells with a spirit's constitution. Now was the time to try.

Golden Vow.

Brilliant light enveloped the maiden's body. Simultaneously, she used a healing incantation to recover from her wounds, her condition just beginning to improve.

The Erdtree was responding to Melina's prayer, its unfathomable power of faith resonating with her. Even Mohg, deprived of his Mohg, was momentarily stunned. His intended follow-up attack involuntarily paused, then transformed into boundless fury:

"Why does your aura resemble Marika's so much!"

"Whether it's that woman or you, you both meddle and ruin my plans!" Enraged, he raised his trident. "Die!"

Accursed blood boiled, blotting out the sky and sun.

The wisp of golden light that had just risen from Melina was instantly swallowed, forcibly interrupting the incantation's function.

This was bad! Immediately after, Mohg swept his trident towards her in a piercing thrust!

Clang!

The sacred spear was actually parried by a greatsword. It was Blaidd, arriving just in time. Even though the accursed blood had injured him, he had managed to block the fatal blow.

Very dissatisfied with this outcome, Mohg jeered, "What do you think you are... Hmm?"

He saw a blue puppet floating beside the half-wolf, continuously casting various enhancement spells to support him. Simultaneously, Blaidd swallowed a flask of wondrous physick to restore his condition. This was the result of sibling cooperation; otherwise, it would be difficult to withstand a demigod's offensive.

"Thank you both."

Melina, her heart still pounding, let out a sigh of relief.

However, all three knew the danger was far from over. The unknown demigod before them was dead set on interfering.

Mohg unleashed his magic, no longer concealing it. The aura of a demigod was fully released, and rolling accursed blood enveloped the area, seemingly surrounding the three resisting prey. Wasn't this convenient? One more to eliminate, a talent of the New Lord of Souls at that.

None of them would escape. They would serve as sacrifices for the Blood King Dynasty's impending grand campaign.

His action, though seemingly minor, directly caused the Lake of Rot to boil.

Looking towards the sound, they saw Frieren proactively dispelling her various wards, barriers, and resistances. The Goddess of Rot, seizing the opportunity, was instantly ecstatic, attempting to engulf her with a vortex.

"Excellent! Let's see how I erode you—"

However, the silver-haired girl, from start to finish, didn't spare the Goddess of Rot a glance. Instead, her gaze was locked on the far distance. What was it? A thundercloud?

Her sharp gaze also made Mohg pause. Was she mad? Had she actually abandoned her defenses against Scarlet Rot just to provide support? Then his own objective had indeed been achieved.

Worry and vigilance surged.

Even though her body already showed signs of infection from the dense rot, her imposing presence was even greater.

Screech!

The air suddenly crackled with a spark, stirring the winds and clouds, thunder roaring. Dark clouds hung low in the sky, occasionally scattering incandescent white light.

All was silent, then rushing thunder illuminated myriad rivers.

Completely disregarding the Scarlet Rot afflicting her, Frieren assumed a charging stance as if to throw a javelin. The heavens responded with a falling thunderbolt. Forked lightning concentrated into a single beam, solidifying into a tangible spear of lightning grasped in her hand—magnificent, domineering, connecting heaven and earth.

As she brandished it, it seemed as if a fire burned within, a supreme sovereign jointly venting its majesty.

The lightning, entraining the surrounding mana, created an unstoppable siphon effect.

Sunlight Spear!

Snapping back to his senses, Mohg tried to dodge into the blood. Blaidd, seeing this, hurriedly tried to intercept but could only buy a few breaths' time.

Also taking advantage of the opening, the Goddess of Rot intensified the contamination. Frieren, still charging her power, saw her skin become tinged with even more scarlet. At this moment, the two enemies tacitly joined forces against her.

"Hold him fast, Melina! Don't let this one get away! There's only one chance!"

Hearing the shout, a trace of bewilderment flashed across the maiden's face. What to do? Could she manage in her current state? Suddenly, a gentle stream of lightning flowed through the air.

She tried to touch it and found she could wield it freely.

"You, who have seen all the spells and incantations I've used, can surely do it too! Come, seize him—"

Lightning Spear!

Melina succeeded in using an incantation that already existed in the Lands Between. Guided by the Sunlight Spear, it formed a chain of lightning, forcibly binding Mohg's body, even transmitting a strong paralyzing sensation from the electricity.

This time, his expression changed drastically. He struggled frantically, but it was too late.

In a towering rage, the lightning coalesced into a colossal figure. A divine king wearing a crown struck an attack pose, like an ancient battlefield scroll painting.

Frieren unleashed her farthest-reaching, fastest, and most powerful attack. It instantly struck Mohg's chest, the leaking electricity streaking for several kilometers. The entire Lake of Rot was struck by lightning, denser than raindrops, louder than war drums.

The rot creatures and Southern Army soldiers caught in the great battle couldn't help but feel their bodies go numb, their hair standing on end.

The thunderclaps dried the moisture in the air, evaporating tens of thousands of acres of the lake surface, let alone the target. At this moment, the Lord of Blood was smoking all over, even shedding pieces of char.

"Damn it, the projection's strength is still too weak."

The battered Mohg had no choice but to slip into a blood pool and escape. The Sunlight Spear, having lost its target, actually exploded in a burst of golden light, indiscriminately scorching the land, leaving it covered in crystals.

The terrifying power of the lightning also extinguished the Blood Nobles hiding in the dark and a large number of corrupted soldiers, instantly turning them to ash.

A single blow to break the siege, nothing less.

Even those who had witnessed it once at the Church of Vows were deeply shocked; its power had grown stronger. Those seeing it for the first time were struck speechless with awe. That power transcended magic; it was a destructive force that manipulated the very rules of the world, far more than simple lightning—it was a suppression that shattered all illusions.

When the aftershocks of the Sunlight Spear slightly subsided, Melina quickly looked towards the lake.

Splash!

"Frieren, how are you over there?"

But she watched helplessly as a dense fog from the Goddess of Rot enveloped her body. The few remaining corrupted soldiers swarmed in, submerging her from view. They pinned down the silver-haired girl, whose old strength was spent and new strength yet to arise. That fluctuation of magical power was weakening.

The mana consumption of the Sunlight Spear, aimed at heavily damaging a demigod target, was incalculable, especially while afflicted with Scarlet Rot.

Melina fell to her knees with a thud, the light gone from her eyes. It was over. Had she been the one to drag her down—

"It's alright!" a resonant voice shouted, still firm. "It's just that now I have to switch to a more radical method."

Even at the most critical moment, she didn't forget to respond so as not to worry others.

Woosh!

Frieren's aura in the center began to actively absorb the rot.

She once again entered a state of fiery combustion. In an instant, heat swept in all directions. This time, even the Goddess of Rot let out a bloodcurdling scream, "What is this fire? Are you burning yourself and me as fuel?"

"Yes, but you'll burn clean first."

"No, you'll be eroded into a walking corpse by me first!"

The contending parties both realized the decisive moment had arrived. Frieren, already infected, needed to clear out and drive away the enemy. Actively igniting the First Flame was an excellent choice. The Outer God, however, had to stop her, needing to erode her first. This was now a zero-distance confrontation.

Neither side would yield to the other. There were no more maneuvers, only a resolution through the simplest, most brutal collision of energy.

Even if everyone else was worried, they had to maintain their distance. Any direct wisp of the deity's corruption would lead to disaster.

But should they just wait for the result?

From everyone's perspective, the center of the Lake of Rot was now a protruding vortex, a hemisphere swirling with terrifying corrosive energy—an absolute forbidden zone of life, with only a raging cycle of fiery destruction.

What was happening inside?

No one knew. They could only vaguely hear the intense friction of mana and the clash of metal. The battle was extremely fierce, and Frieren's life force readings were not optimistic.

Just now, she had revealed a fatal flaw to save the one called Melina.

If this dragged on, who knew if an accident might occur. If the Lord of Cinder fell, the Southern forces would be equivalent to disbanding on the spot.

"...So, are you all prepared?"

As Edgar asked, he scanned his surroundings. The battle-hardened elite soldiers took a step forward.

Those who stepped out of the army ranks were all the most experienced warriors, including no shortage of special units like Grafted Scions and Dragon Communionists. Everyone was ready; this was a suicide squad formed in the face of a dire choice.

Meanwhile, the battle within the vortex grew even more intense. Finally, a turning point occurred:

With a crisp ding, Frieren, using the Ringed Knight Sword, parried O'Neil's attack, then a sword light slashed towards the Goddess of Rot in the air.

Sure enough, a painful scream was heard.

This was soul magic combined with burning flames, adjusted by her to specifically target intangible types.

However, a variable appeared. The controlled O'Neil raised his spear and thrust it at Frieren's body. She naturally dodged it with ease.

But simultaneously, rot creatures appeared beneath her feet, also joining the encirclement, not seeking to attack but to firmly grasp her legs and feet. A moment's delay could be fatal.

Puchi!

The sharp spearhead pierced through the sturdy breastplate. The meticulously crafted armor had ultimately been corroded by Scarlet Rot, allowing the point to penetrate. In the nick of time, she gripped it firmly with both hands, preventing it from directly piercing her heart and causing greater trouble.

This was the first time Frieren had suffered such a dangerous injury since entering the Lands Between.

Things having reached this point, she had no choice but to further mobilize the First Flame. But lacking this suppression, the power of the ancient gods grew restless, not to mention the rot that was continuously spreading...

During her hesitation, the erosion advanced further, almost covering the silver-haired girl.

The Goddess of Rot, wreathed in flames, laughed painfully, "You're going to die! You're going to become my vessel!"

"Then you're celebrating a bit too early."

Before her words faded, flames erupted from her entire body, enveloping her before the Scarlet Rot could. The terrifying energy even surged beyond the vortex, shooting towards the sky.

The tug-of-war between the two was heart-stopping to watch. If it were just Frieren, it would be one thing, but if the Goddess of Rot truly obtained a new agent, wouldn't that be an even better fit than Malenia? After all, this one used rot incantations even more frequently.

"Don't wait! Personal guard, support me!"

"Success or failure hinges on this one move! Today, we will either defeat the Outer God, or we all die!"

Edgar, unable to watch any longer, took the lead by consuming all his anti-rot medicine. The Grafted Scions, Magma Wyrms, and Dragon Communionists following him also nodded with grim determination, their minds made up.

No matter what, they couldn't let anything happen to Her Majesty.

"Everyone else, stay put! You too will produce strong individuals in the future. If we fail, you can take over. Retreat when you must!"

With that, Edgar charged towards the lake first, his men forcibly carving a path into the vortex of rot energy.

"Well done!"

Blaidd laughed heartily and likewise leaped from the hillside towards the swamp, with Alexander, Tragoth, and others behind him.

And Freyja, leading the elite Redmane squad, also plunged into the heart of the lake without hesitation. At this moment, dust and smoke converged on the very center of the battlefield. They could no longer care about the contamination; they would fight with all their might here.

They knew very well that if even the strongest Lord of Cinder became a rot creature, then it was all over, completely finished.

"A bunch of inexplicable fools, come to die, have you?"

The Goddess of Rot attempted to stir its corrosive power to stop them, confident it could annihilate them all.

Frieren moved faster, preemptively swinging out a command of flame that interrupted the rot breath. Now there was no more superfluous Scarlet Rot; even the lake water was almost drained.

Then let the puppet make its final, all-out strike.

Immediately after, O'Neil put forth a mighty effort. The spearhead pierced through the armor, right through her. A thudding sound seemed to come from within the mist. Finally, the silver-haired girl lost her balance and fell to the ground. At this moment, the Goddess of Rot was certain of victory. Correct, seize this opportunity to disrupt the energy within the target's body and make her self-destruct.

In an instant, It was immobilized by an immense pressure. The old general likewise stood motionless.

Who?

On the ground, Frieren's tattered white-silver armor was replaced by black armor. From the center of her body, a ring of black sun fire slowly emerged. She seemed like a different person!

The power of the Lords of Cinder converged.

The Goddess of Rot saw a hint of nostalgia on the other's face, as if wielding a long-lost, ancient power. She was definitely clear-headed and had used some trump card, even clearing away a good deal of the existing infection. Could it be that this time, it would thoroughly fail?

No, quickly summon rot creatures to expand the advantage! But they were bogged down by the suicide squad and couldn't reach.

Suddenly, both confronting parties showed a flicker of surprise on their faces, because they sensed an aura rushing over recklessly, faster than anyone else, outrunning all reinforcements.

It was the red-haired, severed-arm maiden, dashing forward.

"Catch!"

A glittering object suddenly flew through the sky, so small it was almost invisible, yet it landed precisely in the heart of the lake.

A hand reached out from the vortex and firmly grasped it. It was the Unalloyed Gold Needle.

After throwing it, Millicent sank weakly to her knees. She could only hold on for a few more moments without the needle inserted.

In the distance, a small golden tree sprouted, its healing light sprinkling towards Frieren's position.

Melina hadn't expected a spirit to be able to use such a large-scale incantation. Indeed, learning soul magic with her partner was the right choice. Now, it all depended on whether she could make it through safely.

"Looks like I still have to use conservative therapy."

Frieren gave a brilliant smile, broke O'Neil's spear, and stood up.

The black armor dispersed. Bathed in the light of the golden tree, she rapidly recovered.

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