Frieren in Elden Ring

Flamme reacted quickly, moving away just in time to dodge the blow. However, when she looked toward the final room, she found a scene of dev

Flamme reacted quickly, moving away just in time to dodge the blow.

However, when she looked toward the final room, she found a scene of devastation. The ground had been torn up, and her teammates were half-buried in the rubble, covered in wounds.

Not a single one was unharmed, dripping with blood. Their bodies were crushed by soil and rock, making it hard to breathe. At this rate, bleeding out or suffocating was only a matter of time. Only a few had managed to crawl out and were now trying to pull their companions free.

"Wake up!"

"Fall back! Maintain maximum distance!"

Facing their panic, the copy did not pursue. Instead, it stood firmly on the steps, its gaze fixed on the red-haired girl.

It was a lifeless thing. Its eyes were cold and devoid of any color, but its identical face and expression reminded Flamme of certain teachings, and she couldn't help but sigh:

"So this is the world of the strong you wanted to show me?"

Whether in martial arts, magic, or mana, it was at the pinnacle. Numbers were meaningless. The might of a single blow could annihilate all. It wasn't even worth a second glance. In the copy's eyes, there was only the strongest individual.

The target for elimination had been chosen.

The next moment, its staff tapped lightly on the ground, bringing up six rock spheres, heavy and massive, which flew forward with the force of gravity.

This was truly a powerful magic that combined both physical and siege effects.

In the nick of time, Flamme's body blurred, transforming into a pale white moon which she then pushed forward. Flying through the air, it actively attracted the rock spheres, canceling them out. The two forces detonated in mid-air, and the temple hall was shrouded in a pale light, the chilling air causing snowflakes to form with every breath.

Hm?

Caught off guard by the dark moon exploding at close range, the copy staggered back. The mana shield around its body flickered and shattered, its magic resistance weakening.

"Master said that the full moon can attract other magic to some extent, which is why I could take the initiative to meet the attack. It turns out she was right." Flamme, though in a dire situation, remained composed. "The understanding and coordination of different magics—that is the gap between you and me."

My magic resistance has dropped for a short time. I must provide covering fire.

Then let's give it a try.

Not to be outdone, Flamme countered with Soul Stream. It was an attack that even the copy had to make an effort to dodge, powerful enough to transmit damage back to the Mirror Demon controlling it from behind.

To buy time for her teammates to be rescued, she had to push her soul's power to the limit, even as her body screamed in protest.

Rumble!

A full-power exchange of firepower was the ultimate test of a mage's fundamental attributes. At this moment, the rock spheres, mighty and heavy, crushed pillars, ceilings, and stairs, booming like rolling thunder, constantly shaking the ground.

The Soul Stream's advantage was its precision. It intercepted and shattered the rock sphere attacks one by one, tearing a safe foothold amidst the barrage of stone.

The scale of their exchange of fire was enough to level several city blocks.

Yet it was all concentrated and erupting within this underground dungeon.

This was just a space within a huge mound of earth. Now, after repeated impacts, it was constantly collapsing and caving in. There was no longer any intact ground.

Even Vain was stumbling, using his sword to maintain his balance while simultaneously pulling his companions away. If they were caught in a battle of that level, a few lives wouldn't be enough. Flamme could now be called a great mage, but she was in a bad state, almost at her limit.

Just as he was about to step forward, he saw the copy's eyes flash, and rock spheres came sweeping toward him.

"Get back!"

The battlefield was split in two by the domineering gravity magic. Now, a single child had to face the strongest phantom, a copy controlled by a demon from the Mythical Era.

Suddenly, the exchange of firepower came to an abrupt halt. Flamme spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, her trembling hand clutching her heart.

Have I overused my mana...

The after-effects of pushing oneself to the limit could not be reversed by simple healing; otherwise, it would be a perpetual motion machine. At this moment, her limbs were numb, her condition was terrible, and she probably only had enough strength for one last spell.

Attack! Seizing the opportunity, the copy shot a precise mana arrow. The explosion ignited a flame, but the spot was empty.

Invisibility!

At the critical moment, Flamme had used invisibility and illusion to dodge the attack.

She was now leaning against a broken wall, trying her best to maintain her invisibility, but she was becoming increasingly oxygen-deprived, her muscles cramping and going numb. So heavy... Her eyelids wouldn't lift. She wanted to sleep, and then never wake up again.

In a daze, the girl saw a profound Rune mark, glowing with a golden light. Then, from within that light, a silver-haired elf emerged, her hands slowly raising the ultimate power.

"Others were merely enhanced by my magic. You are the only one in this world to be blessed by the Elden Ring. It is the most orthodox, most powerful ritual."

"But a gift is always earned through difficulty. Truly mastering it depends on you. Now is the time."

The silver-haired elf's hand passed through the Rune mark and touched the girl's brow.

Hum!

A vast amount of mana rose from Flamme's body, golden particles of light swirling around her before merging into her eyes, which now shone with a brilliant light. She opened them again. She stood up, the color blooming in her pupils making the copy instinctively look away, unable to meet her gaze. What is that?

Weakness was no more, only an endless stream of power. Her body was light, her fatigue and turmoil swept away, as if she were reborn.

Every breath she took was mana, circulating endlessly.

"So the blessing that was always given to me just hadn't been activated." She raised her hand, a faint smile on her face. "I finally did it. It seems I haven't disappointed you, Master."

Despite her words, she couldn't be arrogant.

She had to decide the victor within a limited time.

The copy's brow furrowed slightly, an expression of shock appearing on its face, which meant the demon behind it was also shocked.

The target it was sure to kill had run into problems time and time again. Although it had made some gains against the small fries earlier, that didn't count. If it didn't eliminate the primary threat, it would fall into the enemy's hands.

Clatter!

There was a sound of rolling rubble from the side. Vain and the few others who were still capable of fighting had returned to the battlefield. After exchanging a look with Flamme, they nodded.

Fortunately, she was still alive. Otherwise, this battle would have been impossible to fight.

Reunited, the battle began anew.

The ranged mages attacked first, pulling back the curtain on a new round of slaughter. Even the copy had to meet their attacks. It wasn't that they had become stronger, but that in front of the more powerful red-haired girl, it was best not to reveal any weaknesses. The casual defense from before had now become dangerous.

As expected, she began to gather power and completed it in an instant.

Flamme gritted her teeth and used Soul Stream. Unlike before, it was a multi-dimensional volley. Beams of light pierced through the rock spheres and shot towards the copy. The opponent returned fire with rock spheres and an impenetrable shield.

Now, its magical power was actually a step behind, being pushed back by a young human.

Boom!

The two forces collided in mid-air, creating a terrifying energy impact that washed over the area. The roar almost tore their eardrums.

Under the power of an absolute powerhouse, there was no safe space. All around, there was only the pulling, tearing, and exploding of the tides of mana. A head-on clash of firepower, neither giving an inch, with the determination to kill.

Continuously, pieces of rubble grazed past the red-haired girl's body, breaking through the fish scale barrier. Just passing over her skin would leave a bloody gash, causing her life force to drain away.

"So you figured out how to deal with my barrier long ago."

"Master is not good at defense, but she is good at breaking defenses. But you definitely haven't seen this."

She suddenly pushed out her barrier, which actively exploded and scattered, forming bubble-like cages that respectively captured the stray mana.

Not only that, but these bubble barriers filled the space with a clatter, actively destroying and neutralizing any barrier they touched. They were not meant for damage, but specifically to break down the enemy's defense. It was the ultimate expression of Flamme's barrier arts.

The copy never expected this thing to explode on a whim and hurriedly retreated.

"Rotate now!"

Vain, with perfect coordination, urged the wounded to leave. Now there were only nine people left on the field, but without exception, they were all outstanding, at least at the level of second or third-class mages, able to barely protect themselves.

Of course, in a few breaths, the copy had already adapted to the strange barrier, still using gravity magic to deflect it, rendering it useless.

It understood that it could not wait any longer, because the feeling Flamme gave off was that she was constantly awakening some kind of power, growing stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Since that was the case, it would start by breaking the enemy's morale.

It activated Starcaller to pull in the survivors, while its other hand gathered hellfire, preparing to wipe them all out in one go.

"I've been waiting for this moment—"

Suddenly, a giant dragon appeared on the spot, took a deep breath, and actively swallowed the flames, eating every last bit.

The effect of Starcaller had not yet dissipated. With the old force broken and the new one yet to be born, the group, pulled by gravity, shortened the distance.

The white elf's eyes widened as it tried to dodge, but saw the dragon in the sky let out a roar, its intimidating presence locking on. Its own movements were a beat too slow, and that split-second difference cost it dearly.

Thwack!

Vain's longsword plunged into the copy's abdomen. He forcefully prepared a follow-up strike to kill it, but the blade wouldn't budge. The Endure Ash of War had granted it incredible toughness. Since that was the case, he couldn't afford to get bogged down. He quickly pulled out his sword and made space.

Just as the copy was about to counterattack, its pupils shrank. Before it were all kinds of magical attacks. Here we go again, right?

Carian Retaliation!

In the nick of time, it caught all the energy and transformed it into a blade, sweeping it out.

With a loud crack, the dragon's claw blocked it head-on. At the same time, the rest of the group's mana fell squarely on the copy, sending it flying.

"That was close. What a fast reaction."

Vain, who had dealt the most damage, found that the tip of his sword was chipped. He was filled with lingering fear, his head covered in sweat. His opponent's physique, skill, and eyesight were all top-notch. To think it still had the strength to counterattack in that situation.

Fortunately, Flamme had intercepted in time. Otherwise, he would have missed completely. But she had already reached her limit. After this move, the dragon knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

The blessing should be absorbed gradually during quiet cultivation. Is high-intensity combat still too much?

But she couldn't easily dispel the dragon transformation, because the enemy was not yet down.

Clatter!

The pile of rubble flew apart, revealing the white shadow. Its left forearm was burned, and there was a hole in its abdomen, but its aura was undiminished.

Her condition doesn't affect her combat power at all! Is it the mechanism of the copy, or was the original just that terrifying? In any case, this form was still full of oppressive presence. Whether it was a Mythical-Era Mage or not didn't matter. The key was that it was hard to defeat even with all their might.

They had fought to this point and were gradually gaining the upper hand, but the enemy was showing a negative level of resilience. The longer this dragged on, the more variables would arise.

"It can't last much longer either."

Flamme forced herself to stay alert, staring at her opponent, not daring to relax.

Suddenly, the copy raised its staff with one hand. Blue orbs of light appeared in the air, condensing super-high energy. In an instant, they enveloped the entire field. It was another multi-directional Azure Comet! Wherever it passed, the earth and stone burned, the barriers shattered, and the wind pressure from the light alone was enough to topple the pillars.

Boom!

The shockwave passed through the defensive shields, and immediately someone fell, unable to block it for even a moment.

Compared to the special damage of Soul Stream, Azure Comet was simpler and more direct. Its unparalleled energy erased the magnificent buildings, turning them all to dust.

Seeing the attack flying towards her, Flamme constantly changed her body shape. Based on the plasticity of her soul, she sometimes grew larger, sometimes thinner, and even shrank, dodging the pursuing beams of light in the air.

However, the opponent was now launching rock spheres.

The huge rocks filled the space, making it cramped. The room for maneuvering was shrinking. Sooner or later, she would be caught.

As she flew, she used Soul Crystals to meet the attack, shooting down the rocks one by one. But doing so also risked friendly fire.

Vain shouted, "Use that move of yours! We're not afraid of being caught in the crossfire!"

Flamme steeled herself and spread her wings. After forcefully blocking two spells, she condensed crimson lightning in both hands. With a crackling sound, the light arcs shattered the rocks, then condensed into a single point.

The scorching light illuminated the dark dungeon. The ancient murals cracked with tree-like lightning marks. The air vibrated. The horn had been blown.

It swept through the buildings along the way, turning them to ash. It broke through the dome of the mound, spilling light. The ground also split open with ravines, swallowing huge rocks. Heaven and earth had to make way for it.

The copy couldn't take it. It had to meet it head-on with a lightning spear, but it only offset a small part. The entire white body was enveloped in crimson lightning.

Everyone on the ground was paralyzed, and Flamme, exhausted, changed back to her human form and fell.

"Catch me!"

As a warrior, Vain still had some strength left. He fiercely threw his longsword into the air. The red-haired girl caught it steadily. She spun in mid-air, the blue Ash of War already covering the blade, transforming into a storm of blades and then—Lion's Claw!

Although heavily injured, the copy still reacted. Its entire body turned into a dark moon to meet the enemy.

The light of the sword and the moon bloomed, the wind was terrifying, the cold air turbulent.

Crack! Half of Flamme's body became an ice sculpture. She felt her mana stagnate, her left leg dragging, her left arm limp. But the sword in her right hand plunged into the target's heart, holding on tight, with the determination to die together.

"This is the end."

The copy's eyes were as calm as an ancient well, still with a determined expression. Its bones creaked. Its hair scattered, its four limbs all grew longer, and its frame grew a section, taking on the form of a Glintstone Noblewoman. Its aura, instead of decreasing, increased, opening a new source of energy and about to transition to the next phase.

Seeing this, the red-haired girl desperately twisted the blade, roaring as she threw her whole body into it.

In the nick of time, her soul magic seeped into it, occupying the empty shell and detonating it. The white shadow turned to ash and finally disappeared.

"Master, so you still had a liberated form..."

"You demon... are also quite stubborn. Releasing a power you can't control will only accelerate your own demise. You lost to me, and even more so, you lost to Frieren."

Flamme stared at the spot where her opponent had vanished until she was sure there was no trace left before letting out a long sigh of relief. A wave of exhaustion washed over her. Her legs felt like they were filled with lead and she couldn't move. Her eyelids finally relaxed. So cold. It made her shiver. She just didn't know if she could survive a direct hit from the Dark Moon magic.

Thud!

The red-haired girl fell straight to the ground.

The moment before she lost consciousness, Sunlight Healing triggered. It was the protection of the number one healing mage.

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