Frieren VS Abyss Watchers

Stepping into the fortress, it was pitch-black. Vision was obstructed, and an oppressive atmosphere washed over them.

"Long time no see."

Witnessing the figures in pointed helmets fighting each other in the distance, Frieren blurted out, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curling into a smile. Seeing old friends always brought a wave of emotion.

Her previous 'games' had cross-over experiences, but encountering major boss-level entities like Lords of Cinder was rare. Didn't the appearance of the Farron Undead Legion signify that the Lands Between was an all-embracing world? It was the most potential-filled world she had encountered so far.

All the more reason she needed to ensure its safety.

At this moment, the members of the Farron Undead Legion continued to fight amongst themselves, oblivious to her presence.

They carried the corruption of the Abyss with them upon arrival, which had to be purged. Due to their undead nature and the madness induced by the corruption, they simply fought each other constantly to prevent the influence from spreading. This was both a suppression of the Abyss and a form of self-imprisonment, firmly locking the evil power within this place.

Their will was staunch and unyielding, just as they could rise again and again to continue fighting, fulfilling their duty.

Lords of Cinder, the Abyss Watchers.

In the world of Dark Souls, the Farron Undead Legion fought endlessly for ages, unable to Link the Fire, until the arrival of the Ashen One interrupted everything.

Now, Frieren was here to resume the battle from last time.

She took a step forward, traversing the darkness of the fortress towards its depths. A faint ray of light shone down from the ceiling, finally revealing the silver-haired girl's figure. Even corroded by the residual power of the Abyss, the Undead Legion sensed a familiar aura.

The Slayer of Kings had returned, crossing an unknown distance to meet again. What little reason remained couldn't recall the details, but respect was still offered.

The hand holding the greatsword extended forward, while the hand holding the dagger rested on the right shoulder, forming a straight line – upright and dignified.

The salute of the Farron Undead Legion, signifying that what followed was a death match.

Welcome.

Simultaneously, several members who had been lying on the ground rose and assumed combat stances. Before her stood a genuine nation-destroying legion, who had once obliterated a country just to cleanse corruption. Anyone facing them had to proceed with caution.

Frieren held her staff in her right hand and the Uchigatana in her left – a stance the Farron Undead Legion had never seen before. Had the Ashen One changed?

One of them swung their greatsword forward, only to be met with a sharp clang of a parry. His body instantly lost balance, and a magic greatsword pierced through him for a critical riposte, sending him crashing to the ground, unable to rise!

An unheard-of parrying technique!

Back then, she hadn't yet been to Ashina and naturally couldn't do this. Now, she could finally attack with both weapons and magic simultaneously. Facing the highly mobile and numerous Farron Undead Legion, defense was useless; offense was the solution.

At this moment, the Abyss corruption dissipated from the downed member's body, causing the others to pause slightly.

"I have obtained the complete First Flame from all previous Lords of Cinder, including Gwyn. I can cleanse the Abyss corruption, but you likely won't accept it willingly..."

"Because the Abyss power currently tormenting you is afraid, isn't it?"

The next instant, all Undead Legion members swarmed her, their blades weaving an impenetrable wall, leaving no room for evasion.

No need to evade!

Charging for a split second, Frieren swung her Carian Greatsword spell, repelling several attackers with its magic blade, the powerful shockwave knocking targets off their feet. Even if someone managed to lunge through, a parry backed by pure, immense strength would knock them back.

Their first instinct was to create distance, but the next moment, Frieren raised her staff and cast Homing Crystal Soulmass – a huge swarm of projectiles enveloped them from afar.

Maintaining distance from a sorcerer was an unwise move.

Didn't the Farron Undead Legion know this? Precisely because they knew, falling into mid-range combat meant facing the silver-haired girl's martial skill and magic simultaneously – the worst possible scenario, with no chance of victory.

The members began to disperse, attacking simultaneously from various angles to leverage the reach of their greatswords.

"ROAR!"

Less a roar and more the Abyss corruption within them sensing its nemesis – the refined First Flame wielded by Frieren could kill it. It had to be erased.

This energy went completely berserk, continuously lunging towards its natural enemy.

An ordinary person facing such a tempestuous encirclement would likely fall into disarray. In contrast, Frieren moved with deceptive ease, constantly repositioning. Now it was her turn to jog lightly, maintaining distance, using an even greater number of tracking spells to suppress them. As expected, several members fell one after another.

The strong should disregard numerical advantages; individual members of the Farron Undead Legion, relatively weak alone, couldn't withstand this magical bombardment.

But they weren't without ranged options either. With a sudden swing of an arm, a flaming blade projectile launched forth, carrying burning heat mixed with various magics.

Switch to shield block.

In the nick of time, Frieren blocked with her Brass Shield. As long as the members couldn't close the distance, she wouldn't need the Uchigatana, relying on the shield for a steady, defensive approach to take them down.

The battlefield's style shifted abruptly; both sides engaged in high-speed ranged combat.

Rumbling sounds echoed throughout the fortress, shaking the very earth.

The impact radius extended far beyond Fort Haight. For several kilometers around, people felt the cutting sensation of mana tides washing over their faces. Grass and shrubs flattened, and some tree stumps were even uprooted. Such destructive power rivaled a battle between demigods.

Winds howled; flames and blue magic surged towards the heavens—

People were shaken to the core; some even prostrated themselves on the ground, praying for safety. This was terrifying power.

Standing atop the ruins, Kenneth nearly fell off in fright. Several other nobles, drawn by the commotion, were just about to ask who he had found to exterminate the enemies when they were struck dumb.

"I believe this is power on par with a Shardbearer."

Hearing the Lord of Fort Haight's words, his colleagues exchanged glances, their eyes full of unspoken meaning. Couldn't you have chosen a better comparison? Why mention them specifically? What are you implying, fellow?

The ground at the fortress entrance was burning, seething, and even crystallizing, charred black.

Sound lagged behind the impacts; movements were too fast to be contained by the fortress stage. A breach was blasted through the wall, and several figures leaped out.

Melina hastily looked over. The silver-haired girl was back-stepping and jumping intermittently to dodge the encirclement, conveniently moving away from the ruins.

Incredibly close!

Every blow narrowly missed Frieren's vital points; a single hit would have unthinkable consequences. It was heart-wrenching just to watch. Yet the person involved remained coolly detached, her eyes sharp as torches, constantly fixed on the enemies, never missing an opportunity for a precision shot.

The more Homing Crystal Soulmass projectiles there were, the better they masked her own trajectory. By now, she had already downed four members.

In the open area, the Farron Undead Legion gained more room to maneuver, but this also meant the magical bombardment became even more effective. The silver-haired girl gripped a Lightning Spear in each hand, charging them up.

Simultaneously, Golden Vow buff activated!

Overwhelming Thunderbolt—

Thunder erupted from the clear sky, vaporizing the forest around the fortress, turning grass and trees to ash. The Undead Legion members who took the blast head-on still had fight left in them – truly battle-hardened warriors. But Frieren's finishing blows followed swiftly. Within moments, not a single one remained standing.

Suddenly, she looked towards Auluo and Melina and warned, "Get further back quickly! The real Lord of Cinder phase starts now."

The Wolf's Blood flowed from the bodies of the fallen members, ultimately converging into a single figure. A terrifying aura began to spread.

The fully empowered Captain contained strength sufficient to destroy a nation.

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