Frieren in Elden Ring

The elf girl, her body radiating a crimson glow, curiously sized up the onlookers. Although she remained motionless, her presence was terrif

The elf girl, her body radiating a crimson glow, curiously sized up the onlookers. Although she remained motionless, her presence was terrifying. Admittedly, her magical pillar display differed vastly from the original's, yet it possessed a certain resemblance; based on her current power alone, she was already unattainable.

Hoarah Loux, Warrior, spearheaded the charge, sword raised high at the forefront. The rest of the exploration team spread out around her, forming a protective arc around Flamme, their strongest attacker; only she had a sliver of a chance at victory.

"Think positively; it definitely won't use Master's Soul Magic, nor corruption."

"So the battle will focus on skillful elemental magic attacks, powerful and wide-ranging. Remember to evade later."

"Understood!"

The copy, Frieren, casually strolled forward, staff in hand, observing the intruders while materializing a Rune Sword Array, Distortion Light Wall, and other spells, poised and ready; she generously allowed the opponents to strike first.

The atmosphere plummeted to freezing point; everyone felt a sharp blade poised at their necks, ready to claim their lives at any moment.

"You guys stay back; only I can withstand Master's magic here."

Flamme's body shimmered with a fish-scale barrier, flawlessly protecting every inch of her skin; simultaneously, she invoked Golden Order, Continuous Recovery, and Magic Realm.

She was ready for an unprecedented trial: a gamble with her life.

Since the opponent moved, she would move as well.

A simple Glintstone Greatsword solidified, its appearance and launch instantaneous, crossing a hundred meters in an instant. It was too fast for her to react, but luckily, the Glintstone Sword automatically intercepted it, altering its trajectory; the attack whizzed past her side.

A deafening roar of destruction. The thickness of a small castle was pierced clean through; this was merely a casual, lighthearted blow.

The copy's attempt at long-range attrition was thwarted. In her fully enhanced state, Flamme exploded into a sprint, her Carian Greatsword already thrusting forward.

With a clang, the copy flawlessly parried, easily neutralizing the magic and countering with a flash of sword light.

The two engaged in a close-quarters battle of magic and swordplay, several rounds passing without a clear victor.

Suddenly, Flamme rolled to the side, letting her barrier be hit, yet still managing to maintain distance. Seeing this, the copy paused slightly, colorful lights flickering in the corner of its eyes.

A magical bombardment covered her completely, each blast as heavy as a mountain, pounding directly into the target. The resounding booms shook the very heavens.

Flamme, having gained a brief respite, realized her right arm was useless.

The intense collision had resulted in muscle strains, numbness, soreness, and tremors. Seeing the precarious situation, she quickly activated Endurance, forcefully suppressing the negative status effects. This allowed her to pay attention to the main battlefield:

They were all blocked.

The copy moved like a blur, intercepting magic from all directions, even having enough energy to deflect and redirect attacks.

As a result, both sides engaged in a chaotic barrage.

"How is that possible? Could it be the techniques of a creator of a repulsion field?"

Their question was swallowed by the explosions. Under the exquisitely superb power of the white elf girl, their painstakingly built offensive was completely shattered, forcing the attackers to retreat far away.

Not a leaf stirred, not a hair out of place. A glimpse of the power belonging to a Mythical-Era mage—an icy peak of strength that left people breathless.

Hoarah Loux turned and said, "Flamme and I will be the vanguard, you guys provide ranged support."

Pleasantries and boasts were out of place now. Recklessly engaging was suicidal, putting an already strained workforce in a dire situation.

Against Frieren copy, there was no room for overwhelming the opponent with numbers; sheer power was required.

The original was recognized as the world's first battlefield mage. She had surpassed Serie, who had been inactive for many years, leaving an impression of unmatched power.

Flamme declared, "Don't expect sneak attacks. Use any magic you have, we'll ensure the front lines are safe."

The invisible Night's Sacred Ground star fell on the barrier, neutralized by magic. Even so, it transmitted enough force to send her back two steps. What terrifying physical impact; how did it manage it with pure energy?

The next magical attack came, but Hoarah Loux deflected it precisely.

"Don't underestimate me because of my age," Hoarah Loux said. "I've kept up with new combat techniques. Flamme, use your high-power magic, I'll buy time." He gripped his greatsword, standing firm at the forefront.

Before Hoarah Loux finished speaking, the exploration team's magic was unleashed. A myriad of colorful spells targeted the copy, each strike possessing fatal piercing power.

Their combined power was enough to kill many great demons; quantity was their most terrifying advantage.

Yet, the copy calmly raised its hand.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The copy simultaneously countered the pressure of a top-tier Warrior at the vanguard, and also deflected long-range magic. Amidst a storm of attacks, it remained as steady as a rock, impossible to breach.

The unbelievable sight left the onlookers dumbfounded. In this moment, Flamme completed her invocation of Spirit's Torrent.

"This is nothing unusual for a Master's copy. Let's go all out."

The azure torrent collided with the unprepared copy. Even with its reaction time, it was knocked backward. With a resounding crash, it fell into the ruins, with rubble and stones burying its body, leaving it battered and bruised.

Flamme quickly stood, unconcerned with her injuries, ignoring them entirely.

Although Flamme contemplated the copy's weak points, she could confirm one thing: the most terrifying mages weren't the original, and they still had a chance at victory.

"Then let's find a way to use Soul Magic to penetrate your container; it should be easy to detonate it from within." She made her decision.

The copy seemed to sense it and sprinted, using Hunting Step.

"So will I."

As their figures crossed, both unleashed several azure sword lights. In an instant, the red-haired girl was covered in wounds, blood spraying everywhere. In contrast, the copy only stumbled slightly, then turned, aiming its staff, its glittering light blinding.

Long-range fire support interrupted the fleeting Adula's Moon, creating a brief window.

Seizing the opportunity, Flamme replenished her buffs and healed her wounds. The injuries were deeper than expected, but fortunately, she had maintained her agility thanks to Hunting Step. Otherwise, a single blow could have been fatal.

Amidst the explosion of firelight, a Glintstone shot out, but Hoarah Loux intercepted it just in time.

He glanced at his slowly recovering teammates and said anxiously, "I never knew the Captain possessed such refined swordsmanship."

"I learned from Master, but not everything."

Both stood at the forefront, facing the increasingly fierce pressure. They had not expected the copy to be this powerful. Handling Frieren magic was one thing, but these copies also possessed unbelievable techniques, their fundamentals solid and flawless.

Should they switch tactics and slowly wear them down? Until reinforcements arrived? Or critically injure the opponent to create a chance to escape?

Slowing down was impossible. The copy wouldn't let them. It looked like—

"Here it comes again, let's go." Flamme interrupted the copy's invocation with a Glintstone.

The two dashed forward, under the cover of their teammates' magic, reaching mid-range, unleashing their Carian Knight's Swords and greatswords.

With a resounding clang, the copy parried the magical swords, but had to dodge the other.

The recoil was enough to throw Flamme off balance.

"Maintain pressure, don't stop!"

Their footwork intertwined, their swordplay mirroring each other. Their breathing even synchronized. Their cooperation was seamless, launching a pincer attack. Now, only close-quarters combat had a chance. They couldn't let the copy easily create distance.

They didn't notice their movements getting faster, their precision, strength, and reactions improving visibly, even the afterimages of the dual magical swords becoming difficult to parry.

With a hiss, Hoarah Loux's sword finally touched the barrier of the white elf's body, sparks erupting, causing him to let out a frustrated sound.

Before he finished speaking, Flamme used the barrier to neutralize and dismantle part of the copy's defense.

At the same time, Hoarah Loux completed his invocation, his muscles contracting, erupting in a brilliant arc of sword light, striking the enemy's abdomen.

A ground-shaking heavy strike! Breaching the defenses, creating a gash.

This injury forced the copy to create distance.

Before it could regain its footing, Hoarah Loux sprinted, his greatsword, enhanced by his body weight, sweeping toward its neck.

The copy barely managed to parry.

As a first-class Knight, he wouldn't only calculate one move. A follow-up chop followed, but the copy found an opportunity to use its staff and deflect the violent attack.

The recoil nearly knocked the weapon from Hoarah Loux's hands; a precise parry.

He rolled, evading the Glintstone Greatsword, its edge grazing his chestplate, leaving a mark with ease.

Hoarah Loux's roll created an opening. Flamme, seizing the chance, released a golden, lightning-based spell that pierced through the room, accompanied by a thunderous roar, hitting the copy directly. Against a warrior, it had no time to react.

However, the copy nonchalantly caught the lightning spear, transforming it into a branching lightning strike.

The violent explosion and heat threw Hoarah Loux and Flamme out of the room. The floor was scorched black, and electric sparks flickered in the air.

They were physically tough enough to withstand it, but some of those nearby had fainted. Loss of consciousness wasn't easily regained, especially since healing magic was primarily being used on themselves.

After a series of attacks and defenses, the copy, vigorous and lively, began to prepare its next attack.

Was this just a glimpse of Frieren power?

Famous for her magic, she displayed formidable martial arts. Her refined counterattack moves were exquisite. She gave off an aura of an impenetrable fortress. Could they even shake such a strong opponent? Especially her ability to deflect magic was despairing.

"Bad news: its combat effectiveness seems unaffected by injuries. But that's fine, let's destroy it completely."

The red-haired girl wiped the blood from her corner and stood proudly, her gaze fixed on the copy. The copy nodded slightly, as if admiring her courage.

Wait, was Master's copy treating this as a training match?

Regardless, she had to seize this chance. She had to inflict critical damage before the opponent took the lead.

At this moment, deathly spirits flew in, their cries sending chills down their spines.

They filled the chamber, every corner, each possessing deathly attributes and impact force. Flamme had seen their power before; they were among Master's most dangerous spells.

Her warning prompted everyone to evacuate.

However, they underestimated their tracking ability. The deathly aura locked onto the target, and even if it was slow, they would relentlessly pursue their kill, preventing Flamme from conserving any magic.

"If this goes well, your Ancient Deathly Spirits are incomplete, and there's a way to break through."

Chaos Flame!

The red-haired girl's blazing inferno swept across the sky, easily neutralizing the attack, simultaneously inflicting soul damage and completing the destruction. She guessed correctly; usually, Master's spells enhanced with Soul Magic were harder to handle; this one didn't have it.

"It's just an empty shell without a soul."

Along with her attack came Hoarah Loux's greatsword, cleaving the copy's newly formed barrier. Meanwhile, magic from afar bombarded its defenses.

They were gradually figuring out its pattern: they had to continuously break down its barriers.

The copy dodged left and right, but remained within the range of fire support, not to mention a top-tier warrior's vigilance.

Unfortunately, the white elf still showed no flaws. Even amidst a storm of magic, the laws of attrition didn't apply to it. On the contrary, it was gradually adapting to its opponent's combat rhythm, a defensive counterattack type.

With a hiss, the copy perfectly parried Hoarah Loux's greatsword, causing numbness in his hands, almost making him lose his footing.

"So, Captain Sellen uses the battle philosophy of observing, adapting, then attacking... We misjudged her; has anyone figured this out before?"

It was because the copy was weak that this secret was revealed.

Just as the copy was preparing to seize the victory, its footsteps suddenly halted, instinctively looking towards the distance.

A magical greatsword surged forth, its energy roaring as it locked onto its target.

Flamme raised her Glintstone blade, piercing the tomb's ceiling. The wind lifted her red hair like fire, a wild smile on her lips, her gaze sharp and filled with passion. All her buffs were bet on this moment, one final strike. With a cry, the Carian Sword descended, unleashing all her power.

The terrifying cutting power ripped a gap in the vast maze's ceiling. The shockwave obscured vision, but everyone strained to see into the distance.

This move's success or failure directly determined their survival rate.

To their disappointment, the copy stood beside a ravine, its terrifying sword seeming to have missed? Impossible, she wouldn't make such a basic mistake, there must be another trick!

"It deflected the magic's trajectory with gravity, everyone away from the walls!"

Flamme's warning was a step too late. The copy used its staff to expand the ground, channeling gravitational energy into the rock layer below. Then the tomb collapsed, burying several who were close to the edge. The rubble formed a miniature meteor shower around the caster.

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