Inside the Erdtree.
Frieren, in the stance of the Soul of Cinder Incarnation, waved her hand to summon multiple magic spells around her, without the aid of a staff and without the need for chanting.
In a single thought, she condensed the formulas to guide the magical power.
This was the first time since arriving in the Lands Between that she had used magic so unrestrainedly, with a casting efficiency that pressed the limits of reality.
Such a god-like display made even Radagon's gaze flicker.
This was bad.
The opponent's steadily climbing terrifying aura made even him feel palpitations; this was not something that could be countered by ordinary means. At this thought, he immediately buffed himself with Golden Protection, stacking resistances with all his might.
However, Frieren had already released her attack.
Countless, inestimable magic poured down. It was no longer possible to distinguish which specific type or attribute it was; it was simply the throwing of magic itself.
Who could be extravagant enough to throw a spell like a stone to smash an enemy?
Now, there was one.
The colorful magical power was brilliant and riotous, filling the entire internal space of the Erdtree. Radagon, who had been parrying and reflecting magic all along, dared not meet this head-on. He dodged in a wretched state, but was still caught.
He was submerged by the rumbling roar. The cutting of Glintstone magic, the freezing of Frost magic, the burning of Fire magic...
Various attributes and forms erupted together, breaking through the Golden Defense.
His boasted resistances were no different from paper in the face of absolute power; the series of protections prepared just moments ago disintegrated in an instant. At this moment, the silver-haired girl in the center of the battlefield was the undisputed Dominator of Magic, exploding with dozens of powers in a single thought.
Boom, boom!
To avoid the opponent predicting her moves, Frieren simply didn't aim. There was no need. She had plenty of mana anyway; accumulating it in her body was actually pressure, so it was better to release it completely.
What she wanted was to splash the power of magic with reckless abandon.
There was no need to hold back—full power output.
The legendary magic collected so far was blasted at Radagon in one go, with destructive power sufficient to evaporate an army.
However, the unity of God and Lord indeed held substantial weight; he actually managed to barely maintain himself within the continuous Golden Protection. If his reaction hadn't been fast enough, he would likely have already turned into dust and scattered into the wind by now.
When would it end? Why was there no sign of the magical power decaying?
At first, he thought it was a single burst of mana from the enemy that would end afterward, but now, wave after wave came without stopping in the slightest.
Not even a moment to catch a breath.
Frieren, in the stance of the Soul of Cinder Incarnation, gave Radagon a sense of anomaly. Yes, this was absolutely power from outside the Lands Between. Otherwise, it would not be possible to easily break his defense. His past reliance on understanding spell formulas was insufficient...
Just as he was pondering, a figure was reflected amidst the magical storm.
Crack!
A Ringed Knight Straight Sword struck at zero distance with lightning speed, a fatal blow piercing through his palm.
It was intended to hit the Elden Ring totem in his torso, but fortunately, he blocked it just in time.
However, Frieren's offensive did not diminish. She even assumed an unprecedented stance to charge power, and immediately following that, black-red sword qi swept across all directions as they crossed paths.
Secret Technique: Mortal Draw!
The rules of Destined Death mixed within collided fiercely with the opponent, shattering Radagon's petrified outer shell, revealing more of the Elden Ring totem, as well as the Holy magical power that could not be contained from dissipating.
"So that is how it is. I am the incarnation of the past Lords of Cinder, and you count as the incarnation of the Golden Order."
No wonder his status and magical output were exaggerated. It was not only due to the combined advantage of the God-King Unity but also attributed to the final mighty force of the Golden Order, trying to resist the future where it would be replaced.
Naturally, it was unwilling to exit the stage of history in the Lands Between just like this.
If Frieren had chosen to repair it, she might not have faced such a fierce struggle at this moment, but the King had already made a choice.
The Great Dao allows no regrets.
Representing the Order of the Stars, she had no path of retreat; only victory remained.
The silver-haired girl's cape of fiery embers danced wildly, rolling up magical power to condense into a new weapon. A bonfire rose from the ground, and immediately, a Coiled Sword grew from it. She gripped it tightly with one hand and pulled it out with a crack; the crisp sound echoed, and sword qi crisscrossed the air.
It was both a sword and a staff, combined into one.
In the next moment, she swung the weapon. Waves surged to the sky, and layers of magical power drowned the golden light.
Strictly speaking, it couldn't even be called an attack, but pure energy suppression. With an absolutely domineering stance, she vowed to press down the Golden Order and shatter the rules.
Whoosh!
The power of the Golden Order still stood tall within the firestorm. It was Radagon actively resonating with his broken body, brewing the final and strongest output. One could vaguely see a series of Incantations like Golden Vow and Minor Erdtree; the source of faith was thoroughly displaying its might.
The confrontation between the two had long since penetrated the Erdtree, echoing throughout the entire Royal Capital.
On one side, the Black Sun and Ring of Fire dyed more than half the sky, obscuring the sun and dimming all phenomena, the scorching temperature making people sweat like rain.
On the other side, the Golden Order totem sowed radiance, even sprinkling Rune Arcs to moisten the earth.
Silence reigned supreme.
Everyone could not help but look up. This was an insurmountable power, transcending the realm of Kings, a higher level of existence.
Ranni suddenly realized: "It is Father King! The one fighting His Majesty is Radagon."
Her conclusion was shocking, yet also within expectations. After all, everyone had long predicted that this person might not be dead and was a high-probability enemy to deal with. They just hadn't expected that he, being one with Marika, would be so exaggerated.
No wonder.
Formerly the vessel of the Elden Ring, and now the will of the Golden Order, naturally, he would not allow Frieren to rewrite the Order. This was a battle of paths.
The two of them had likely stepped onto a level that no one in the history of the Lands Between had ever reached. At their level, the others could no longer keep up and could only pin their hopes on prayer. As if in response, flames blazed in the sky, rolling forward to swallow the light of gold.
A loud and magnificent declaration echoed between heaven and earth:
"There are no eternal dynasties in this world, and you are the same. Farewell, Golden Order."
The Coiled Sword, piercing through the nine heavens, chopped down from above. From the crown of the Erdtree straight to the roots, space shattered, cleansing all directions.
Frieren stood holding the sword.
Radagon before her went stiff, as if losing all strength, and collapsed to the ground with a thud, motionless.
His body turned into particles of light. Adding in the overexertion until now, he should be dead beyond dead. However, the silver-haired girl frowned, her heart palpitating. Something was wrong; her intuition told her it was not over yet.
So she actively retreated. Just as she took a step, black mist swallowed Radagon.
There was still another expert?
These final few enemies were all inextricably linked to the history of the Lands Between, prominent figures with great status, concerning the rules. So who was left that hadn't revealed their true form...?
Frieren, quickly sensing a brand-new oppression, had her answer:
A massive golden hand reached out from the black semi-liquid, semi-mist substance, grabbing Radagon's broken body in a single palm and dragging it in. In the next moment, it resurfaced, actually clutching a golden sharp sword. Looking closely, it gave the impression of a spinal column, harboring fresh vitality.
Sacred and pure, a weapon born from the incarnation of the Golden Order, the great existence of the God-King Unity.
Sacred Relic Sword.
As the great sword formed from Radagon was pulled away, the owner of the large hand also revealed its full appearance.
So big!
Frieren's first impression was that its sheer size was comparable to the Dragonlord, perhaps even superior. The opponent was translucent; it was hard to say it resembled any specific creature, only that it had a head, hands, and wings. One could see the skeletal structure of golden veins through its body surface, dotted with the glow of Runes.
The sacred body was awe-inspiring and inviolable. There was no domineering air or threat, only a pure, supreme status, sufficient to punish everything.
It roared to the sky, emitting magical power like a purple starry sky, buffing itself and becoming increasingly filled with power.
Could it be inviting battle?
At this moment, Frieren had already obtained a name through the energy reaction: "Elden Beast". Truly scalp-numbing. It was the beast cast down by the Greater Will, the very incarnation of the Elden Ring.
Ancient enough that one might have to trace back to the prehistoric era of the Lands Between.
The mist within the Erdtree space behind the Elden Beast dissipated completely, becoming more open and filled with golden pillars.
Beneath their feet was something like a pool of water, sparkling with ripples as they walked, refracting brilliant light.
The two seemed to be placed in a gigantic palace. It could indeed be called an "audience with the Elden Ring", but unfortunately, it was not friendly at all. It manifested pressure and another temperament:
Divinity.
Neither sad nor happy, neither humble nor arrogant.
In the countless years of the past, Frieren had experienced hundreds of battles, but this one alone possessed the most divine temperament, incomparable to anything else. It was a unique existence, having grown in the Lands Between for many years to become stronger and more complete. At this moment, it became an absolute roadblock.
To be honest, even in her current Soul of Cinder Incarnation, she felt the pressure multiply, yet she couldn't help but reveal a smile.
"When I first saw the majesty of the Erdtree, I suddenly had a feeling: This is the most magnificent part of the journey, and you are suitable to represent the destination."
The silver-haired girl gripped the Coiled Sword tightly, looking straight at the formidable enemy.
Hum!
The Elden Beast radiated a wave of sacred energy from the inside out, stretching endlessly, full of oppression. Finally, it gathered in its left hand, slapping the ground fiercely to explode with a golden shockwave.
Frieren subconsciously blocked, but her defense shattered completely, instantly causing massive internal bleeding.
The output power was completely different from Radagon's.
She immediately used Soothing Sunlight to attempt recovery, but immediately after, the enemy's great sword swept across, releasing a wave-like fluctuation that interrupted her action. There was simply no time to heal carefully; she had to prioritize dodging.
However, the accumulated dark injuries until now were continuously slowing down this body.
Soul Protection!
At the critical moment, Frieren adopted the ability Flamme used to refresh the physical body through soul feedback, finally allowing regeneration to complete.
Unfortunately, the Elden Beast remembered it. Presumably, this trick could only be used once in this battle.
For the sake of caution, she first pulled open some distance.
The enemy pursued relentlessly, holding the Sacred Relic Sword high, lingering with vast golden power like flowing flame. Aiming at the direction of the silver-haired girl, it unleashed a long rainbow, instantly cutting the water-patterned ground and dividing the two banks. The sharp force grazed past her side face; she barely dodged it.
It wasn't over yet.
Since it was a contest of sword qi, then let's try this. She used the red Dragon-Wound Slash to counter it. Amidst the rumbling explosions, they annihilated each other in mid-air, but the latter was still superior.
Accurately speaking, her own sword qi was shattered, and the beast's was merely deflected.
Sure enough, she still had to use the power of the First Flame; otherwise, there would be a difference in energy level output between the two sides...
The Elden Beast made a new move!
Raising the Sacred Relic Sword high, it stabbed into the ground with a crack, permeating Holy attributes. The power of the Supreme Rules actually flowed from the surface to the bottom layer.
A hemispherical golden shockwave swept out in all directions. Frieren, caught off guard, was blown away for a distance. Fortunately, she stabilized her figure by thrusting the Coiled Sword into the ground in time to avoid falling.
Raising her head, it had already killed its way to her front. Such fast speed! She hurriedly leaned back to dodge a horizontal sweep.
Lightning Blade!
Only a wide-range attack could be effective against such a massive colossus. Finally, it made the beast halt its offensive slightly.
Seizing the opportunity, Frieren immediately followed up with a Soul Stream. The soul damage from the collective of all Lords of Cinder slammed ruthlessly into the Elden Beast's chest, causing it to twist and curl up, emitting a painful hiss.
Just the sound of its wailing caused blood to spill from one's seven orifices.
But she showed no mercy in the slightest; instead, she increased the output, cashing in her soul quality as an attack and pouring it all in. Regardless of what kind of rule incarnation it was, it would have to taste the eternal accumulation of the three-time King of Link the Fire; staking it all on this blow.
The blue light of the grandest Soul Stream even knocked back the golden light, sending the big guy falling back a distance with a mournful cry.
"Woooo—"
The echoing roar penetrated the thick Erdtree, shocking the hearts of everyone.
The Demigods all felt suffocated. What thing possessed such might? And what kind of damage had it suffered?
Inside the seal, Frieren had likely encountered a new enemy, a high-status existence with a life reaction superior to Radagon's. Where did this variable come from? One after another, it was worrying...
A moment later, the silver-haired girl lowered her weapon, panting heavily.
The Soul Stream was interrupted for the first time because she was exhausted and had used up her explosive power. Her stamina had truly reached its limit; the performance of a single account ended here.
She wondered what the effect was?
The Elden Beast, which had fallen into the pool in the distance, actually slowly submerged and vanished.
Its speed was quite fast; with a light swim, it went a hundred meters away, causing Frieren's pursuit to hit nothing but air. However, she excelled at long-range attacks.
Soul Crystal!
She used magic from the Dark Souls lineage. The reason was simple: against an incarnation of rules, one must use something outside the rules.
Sure enough, it forced the Elden Beast to expose its back, but almost simultaneously, its wings moved, scattering strings of golden meteors. Like wind chimes dancing, brilliant magic swayed in the air to intercept and counter.
It was Elden Stars. So that was this guy's ability!
Frieren recognized the move and suddenly realized, further confirming its identity.
Using the fact that the Greater Will threw down the Mother of Fingers and the Elden Beast as evidence, deducing that It cared and would interfere at any time wasn't wrong. But the Lands Between had its own fate; looking forward and backward like Sir Gideon Ofnir was meaningless. This background didn't scare her; it only made her fighting spirit soar.
Splash!
Suddenly, it leaped out of the water. Only now did Frieren see the tail clearly; it seemed to drag a string of tree branches behind it, lush and brilliant.
Immediately after, the Elden Beast unleashed volley after volley of airborne sword qi, each one capable of diffusing a spherical shockwave.
Countering it was the Meteorite of Astel.
She used the maximum power without hesitation. The firmament was filled with gaps, and from the ripples in space, extraterrestrial meteorites poked out one by one, propelled by purple-white magical power to bombard any target.
Gravity Magic had never been used on such a large scale in the Lands Between as it was at this moment.
Now, Frieren's output power had long surpassed Astel; destroying a civilization would be nothing difficult, yet it was barely evenly matched with the Elden Beast.
It was also surprised.
It was originally certain it could suppress the enemy, but as the battle progressed, its instincts felt danger.
Clearly, it held the advantage, but this silver-haired, pointed-eared fellow seemed to harbor something else unknown...
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