Frieren in Elden Ring

Inner Sanctum of the Royal Palace. Frieren stepped into the domain belonging exclusively to the king. The path was empty, with no one standi

Inner Sanctum of the Royal Palace.

Frieren stepped into the domain belonging exclusively to the king. The path was empty, with no one standing guard. Most of them had been dispersed by Lernen's shadow magic. A dead silence hung in the air.

In other words, anyone who remained was essentially her enemy.

At this moment, several gazes fell upon her, but the silver-haired girl continued forward magnanimously, unconcerned by the hostility from the surrounding demons. This attitude made them grind their teeth in hatred, wishing they could skin her alive.

"...You ministers should be human, right? I wouldn't mistake that. Why haven't you left yet?"

"Were you coerced, or did you betray them?"

She ignored the two Demon Sages, one sitting and one standing by the throne, and instead looked curiously at the trembling high-ranking officials.

"The world is a fickle thing. Some of us only learned the truth today, some were coerced, but there are also those like me who believe the demons represent the future," the Chief Minister replied. "A new war is brewing. This time, the entire north will fall."

"Their iron hooves will sooner or later trample the elf village again, and this time, it won't just be greater demons."

He pointed to the demon warrior behind him and extended a hand.

The silver-haired girl raised an eyebrow. Even her usually stoic face showed a hint of absurdity. Have you not realized the true nature of this racial conflict?

"Oh?"

"That's right. On behalf of those who have sided with the demons, I am recruiting you. Think about it carefully. Besides the Underground Kingdom, there are many who are hostile towards magic. But under demon rule, that won't be an issue. You can continue your research as you please, and we can all coexist peacefully."

However, before the Chief Minister could finish, she shook her head without a moment's hesitation.

The recruiter's face turned the color of pig's liver.

Such insolence. Did this person think she could walk out of here alive? The only options now were life and death. In a moment, she would learn why the demons were destined to achieve victory.

The Hundred-Faced Sage sat up straight and asked seriously, "I would like to hear your reason. In any case, you also need to buy time for the evacuation."

The demon was curious about the attitude of its most stubborn enemies.

"You just used the elf village to threaten me, didn't you? Your considerations are based on survival alone. You think we would abandon everything for it, which only proves the barbarity of the demons. The reason we can create a continuous civilization is because there are always things more important than life itself. The way we live is also important."

"Humans do not compromise for the sake of survival, do not meekly accept their fate, and do not rest on their laurels. That is why your schemes will fail."

"And what about him?"

The Corrupt Sage pointed to the Chief Minister and the other defectors.

However, Frieren was extremely calm. She answered without even glancing at them, "On the road of progress, there will always be deserters and those who surrender. But the determined will still create history. You don't think this counts as a victory, do you?"

"Then what does count as a victory?"

"Defeating me."

The moment she spoke, the hall fell silent, because along with her words rose an unstoppable pressure that seemed to grip everyone's heart, almost suffocating them.

It was not an empty boast, not arrogance, but the strongest, most defiant enemy stating a simple fact.

Even Serie did not look down on the demons so much. That was why Frieren, one of the leaders of the human magical world, was the greatest obstacle. Both sides were well aware of this.

If she died here, it would be a heavy blow to morale.

"...The Prophet told me that you are an elf who must be killed. Now I finally understand why."

The Sage rose from the throne, his skin writhing as he transformed into a faceless demon. At the same time, he snapped his fingers. At his command, hundreds of guards poured into the great hall. They, along with the ministers who had chosen another path, were determined to see it through to the end.

Betrayal.

"Schlacht is truly an excellent conspirator, to have infiltrated to this extent. But this makes things convenient. The only ones left in the palace are enemies, right?"

"To put it another way, you are all alone."

As his voice fell, a huge sealing barrier enveloped the center of the hall. Mana was dulled, even disappearing. At the same time, hundreds of magical chains shot out, coiling around Frieren's body, giving her no chance to mobilize her magic.

Is she trapped? Is it that simple? Is it already over?

However, the next moment, the silver-haired girl's bones creaked. Under the heavy blockade, she grew an inch taller. The magic that was on the verge of being released broke through another limit.

"It's about time I raised the release level, to break through the limits under the seal a little more."

Snap!

The surging mana alone shattered the dissolving barrier.

Seeing the situation was not good, all the guards immediately grabbed the other end of the chains, weaving them into a dense net. However, when they pulled, they found it didn't budge. Were they trying to pull a mountain?

Frieren suddenly turned, and the force of her movement made hundreds of people lose their balance. All the chains became the perfect whip.

Whether demon or human, a light touch was enough to shatter bones or even cut them in two. With the enhancement of absolute power, any movement was fraught with danger. In a single pass, the ministers who couldn't dodge in time were turned into a bloody mess, their limbs scattered.

They watched, holding their last breath, as the silver-haired girl shook off the chains that weighed a thousand pounds.

She was like a general about to go into battle, taking off her casual clothes to don her armor. This group that couldn't last a single round didn't even count towards her kill count.

The Chief Minister, sputtering blood, stammered, "Your struggles... are meaningless. You... are dead."

"Lend me your souls."

"What?"

Frieren beckoned with her finger, and from all the corpses rose an ancient deathly aura, clinging to her head. Unlike usual, they retained a sliver of self-awareness and burned their souls to exist longer, which both saved mana and was convenient.

Without any extra command, these wailing skeletons sought out the demons and rebel soldiers. The moment they touched, the spot would necrotize, contaminated by the deathly aura.

Having done evil in life, they were finally put to good use in death.

Everyone present couldn't help but feel their scalps tingle. They hadn't expected that a situation with only enemies would instead allow Frieren to let loose. Who would have thought that the venerable founder of a school of magic would use such a terrifying method, disabling combatants with a single touch?

In contrast, their magic was hardly effective, passing through the souls without a sound, while the skeletons continued their reaping.

The unique soul magic could also be called an indecipherable curse-level technique.

Zap! Zap!

Suddenly, beams of light shot out, annihilating the skeletons. Frieren, following the sound, was slightly taken aback. It was, surprisingly, a copy of Flamme.

Compared to the original, it was more murderous. Although it didn't have a soul, it had probably undergone special treatment, which was why it could use moves that were effective against souls, with immediate results.

"So the rumors of the Mirror Demon are true."

"It took us a great deal of effort to make the copy use soul magic." The Hundred-Faced Sage spread his hands. "Your signature ability now has a counter. You too will be subjected to soul attacks. Of course, there's another gift—"

A beam of magical light from the Corrupt Sage shot out, piercing through the defensive barrier without any hindrance.

Unfortunately, its target was not a greenhorn mage who would just stand there and take it. She dodged with ease, but Frieren was still puzzled.

The barrier is ineffective.

It was a new attack magic, and it was specialized for killing power.

As she was thinking, Frieren's gaze sharpened. She slapped her hand behind her, deflecting a spell. It had come from an empty space.

The next moment, the figure of the Hundred-Faced Sage appeared. So, the so-called disguise was a mimicry a step above invisibility. Even she had to take a moment to identify it, and on a heated battlefield, there probably wasn't much time for scrutiny.

"A bit of a challenge."

Hearing this, ripples appeared on its blank face. It was sheer humiliation. A sure-kill blow had been blocked with a bare hand.

"What do you think you are? Can you just slap away magic?!"

Although the demons' intelligence had long known of Frieren's divine skills, seeing it in actual combat was still a shock. Who could have predicted that she could casually slap away a fatal spell?

"Don't be strong-willed. Just cooperate with me."

The Corrupt Sage declared proudly, simultaneously commanding all the demon warriors, rebel soldiers, and the Flamme copy to surround her, joining forces.

Without the threatening attacks from the ancient deathly aura, everyone relaxed a little and pulled themselves together. There was no way back. They had to kill the Mythical-Era Mage to control the situation. Even if they ran now, they would be hunted down. It was all or nothing.

Charge!

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of spells shot out, but they landed on the barrier without making a dent.

Quantity could not make up for the gap in quality. For Frieren, her physical resistance to low-level magic was sufficient. The problem was the special attacks mixed in.

Suddenly, she took a stance, but then changed it to a dodge. A beam of light grazed past her ear. A rebel soldier caught in the blast instantly evaporated without a sound. As expected of a terrifying magic that had killed countless on the battlefield.

Frieren knew of this Sage's great name. He had hundreds, thousands of lives on his hands and was extremely threatening.

She had to be careful.

"You were about to try and deflect that, weren't you?"

"But the analysis wasn't enough. It will take some time to study."

"Laughable. My magic is not something you can just decipher. Just you wait. You will soon become my most valuable battle record."

Surrounded by everyone, various magical explosions went off continuously, mixed with countless properties. But Frieren handled them all with her various resistances and nimble movements, flawlessly, even having the time to counterattack!

The silver-haired girl waved her hand, and the ground swelled up, revealing rock spheres. Their huge size and mass swept in all directions. A full six of them, carried by the caster, rose into the air and exploded from above.

Rumble!

The tremors alone made the Royal Palace's inner sanctum shake, the chandeliers on the ceiling falling and shattering.

Ordinary mages were naturally caught off guard. In a single pass, they were crushed to a bloody pulp by the rocks.

Everyone had underestimated Frieren's ability to adapt and fight against many. Just by changing gravity, she had turned the ground into a trampoline. It was impossible to stand firm. The violent shaking made it impossible for anyone to display their strength.

In contrast, she sometimes flew, sometimes set off explosions, seizing the initiative.

It was simply effortless!

Releasing a higher limit of power had fed back into her body, causing the efficiency of Frieren's mana circulation to increase explosively. It was precisely for the purpose of meeting an army. If her mana was a lake, the previous limit had only allowed a pipe for drainage. Now, it had become a stream.

Thanks to the enhancement from her Stargazer build, her main body had become more stable and could grow a little taller, but there was still one weakness: she had not yet fully adapted.

Therefore, Frieren adopted a more conservative combat style.

Even so, she made her enemies miserable. The entire palace was experiencing an earthquake, the foundations collapsing, the buildings rumbling and falling.

The night was filled with loud noises. High towers toppled, and smoke and flames climbed towards the waning moon.

Roar!

The continuous explosions woke the sleeping residents of the Royal Capital. At the same time, people from the Association and the stationed army organized an evacuation. Some were members of the Association's delegation who had rushed here overnight, others were officers Lernen had persuaded.

Just by observing the aura in the Royal Capital, people naturally knew what to do. It was a group of demons and human traitors running rampant, a disgrace, the shame of the kingdom.

"Never mind your luggage! Go, quickly!"

"All personnel, evacuate outside the city walls! Do not push and shove! Maintain order!"

"Please rest assured, we will not let the demons reach the outer city."

At the critical moment, the low and mid-level officers of the Underground Kingdom showed their professionalism, acting in an orderly manner. Since the upper echelons had already become the demons' territory, they could only preserve their existing forces for now.

From time to time, everyone looked back, couldn't help but sigh, and prayed that nothing would happen to Frieren. Otherwise, the situation would likely collapse in an instant.

"As expected of a Mythical-Era Mage. Can that President really fight to this extent?"

The officers were dumbfounded.

Lernen replied, "Lady Frieren promised me that she would definitely limit the battle to the inner city to buy us time to evacuate. She always keeps her word. Don't worry too much, just do our job and don't make mistakes. The level of battle in the palace right now is one that will be recorded in the annals of history."

He was the strongest mage present, his perception keen. From the beginning, the energy inside the palace had been clashing. Both sides were brewing a real war.

This isn't even their full power yet? How big will the commotion be later?

They had to retreat.

Just retreating to the outer city wasn't enough. They had to measure it by the standard of the Royal Capital's destruction. One Mythical-Era Mage plus two Demon Sages could definitely demolish a metropolis.

"What a thankless job I've taken on. Hurry up, everyone. The goal is to abandon the city."

Everyone looked at each other, but had no choice but to agree.

Meanwhile, the buildings in the Royal Palace's inner sanctum continued to collapse. Finally, with a loud bang, the dome was pierced. The bright moonlight shone down on everyone. Standing at the highest point of the rubble pile was, of course, the silver-haired girl.

Where did she look like she was surrounded? The one who looked down from above was the victor. Now, the one who had resisted an army with her own strength had already proven her power.

"Let's just blow this place up."

The Corrupt Sage slapped the ground, releasing the last hidden spell. A terrifying energy erupted, like a volcano erupting from below.

The mana converged at one point mid-air and rushed towards Frieren's position, unstoppable.

Boom!

Meeting it head-on was an Azure Comet, powerful enough to contend with this erupting force of natural disaster. The shockwave sent rubble flying like cannonballs. Suddenly, a piece of rubble dispelled its mimicry, and a beam of light from the Hundred-Faced Sage shot out, only a few feet away.

She dodged just in time with Hound's Step.

However, another piece of rubble beside her also dispelled its mimicry. It was, surprisingly, the Flamme copy, stabbing out with a Crystal Soul Sword, breaking through the mana shield and Twisting Wall of Light, aiming straight for the heart.

With a crack, Frieren, who had turned her body in time, was pierced in the side, her ceremonial dress stained with blood.

A dead silence fell.

The participants forgot to breathe, staring blankly as the master was struck by the phantom of her apprentice. The injury was far more serious than it appeared on the surface. A soul magic from the same school was probably one of the most lethal attacks in the world.

Unexpectedly, the silver-haired girl smiled faintly. "You're the first to wound me. Not bad. Then the original must be able to survive the Ruins of the King's Tomb."

"Don't get cocky, Frieren. You are about to die."

"The weather is clear and sunny. Get ready to see the stars."

Suddenly, everyone's heart trembled as they instinctively looked up at the night sky. The stars in the heavens were rapidly growing larger!

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