Master and Disciple Join Forces

Northwind Fortress, the foremost strategic town on the current demon battlefield front line.

As soon as Frieren reached the edge of the battlefield, the chaotic magic aura caught her attention. Although she decided to participate, she didn't act hastily, instead searching for high-value targets...

The number of demons far exceeded expectations. They had even brazenly established a camp opposite the city wall, showing signs of turning it into a town.

They were thoroughly occupying human living spaces and encroaching further.

Rumble rumble rumble.

The continuous magic explosions made Flamme instinctively cover her ears. She watched wide-eyed as the demons advanced visibly, blades flashing, flesh flying, countless people falling. The destruction of the city gate further incited their ferocity.

Since the defensive line no longer existed, all that remained was to advance. If they crossed this distance, the civilians inside would be lambs waiting for slaughter.

Knowing this well, the commander ordered the elite troops out of the city to engage proactively. There was no other choice. Only by piling up human lives could a new defensive line be formed. Otherwise, everyone would die here. A desperate struggle.

Predictably, the clash between soldiers from both sides became even more brutal. Before the master and disciple pair could even find their footing, they witnessed a river of blood. Formations were gone, only the rhythm of death remained.

"Damn demons! If they cross the fortress, the central region will be devastated."

Army casualties were immeasurable. Bodies piled up like mountains, blood flowed like rivers, yet the gate, turned to rotten wood, offered no defense.

It was only a matter of time before her hometown fell.

She hoped there were still reinforcements within the city, but banner after banner fell amidst the flames of war, replaced by the demons' ranged magic attacks covering the walls. The scene was filled only with various howls and cries of despair:

"Abandon the city! We must abandon the city, or the entire army will be wiped out!"

"What about the people in the city?"

"Run! Run together! Save as many as we can! Preserve manpower first!"

However, the ever-changing battlefield offered the defenders little chance. The demons swarmed out, trampling over formations of mages and warriors.

Even without General Azarte's command, the massive army could still conquer its target through inertia. And now, the Greater Demon warrior Yunus had killed the human Archmage, opening another breach.

He held the severed head aloft and laughed heartily: "Since Azarte isn't here, don't blame me for snatching the credit! Enter the city!"

"Charge!"

At this moment, the sheer number of demons shattered the old stereotype of them being rare. Troops poured out, filling the plains, each ready for slaughter, relentless, determined to baptize the land in blood. The rising tide of their power was terrifying.

The surviving defenders on the walls were clearly routing, unable to organize any effective counterattack.

The City Lord and Commander spat out blood, nearly collapsing. Knights beside him quickly offered support, but he waved them off, forcing himself to stand by leaning on his sword, declaring, "The final resistance is upon us."

Observing from afar, Flamme urged anxiously: "Teacher, can you help everyone... But that Greater Demon is very strong..."

She wasn't sure if she should incite someone she had just met.

Frieren patted the girl's red hair and said sternly, "I can. But after this move, you will come to the battlefield with me, Flamme. Prepare for your first lesson."

As soon as she finished speaking, she strode forward like a meteor, unleashing her magic aura without reservation.

Oom!

The materialized magic power caused ringing in the ears. Limbs trembled in the gale. Brighter than the sun, it stole all gazes. Everyone looked towards the terrifying pillar of magic smoke at the edge of the battlefield.

'Massive' couldn't describe it; it was clearly a tower reaching the heavens, pressing a crater into the ground, tearing open the clouds high above, creating a hole through which heavenly light shone.

It was an elf.

In the next moment, she raised her staff horizontally with both hands and soared a hundred meters into the sky, looking down upon the numerous demons.

They were shocked. Why hadn't such a powerful individual made any move before? Had she been hiding her magic power and just arrived?

It was genuine flight magic, a technique originally exclusive to demon mages, now learned by another. Though slightly clumsy and seemingly immature in maneuverability, it undoubtedly declared the sky no longer belonged solely to one intelligent race. So, what was this powerful being planning to do?

Frieren slightly curled her body, turning sideways as if gathering power.

Something was coming! Behind the focused gazes was deep fear. Bodies trembled, every cell screamed in alarm, warning of impending danger.

Her small frame was enveloped by a golden-red flower bud, emanating an aura of the same color. Each streak of crimson energy spread like ribbons for a thousand meters, blanketing the sky above the battlefield – exquisitely beautiful, unusually vibrant.

So beautiful!

People inexplicably felt the urge to touch it, as if a devil was luring their minds.

Yunus shouted hysterically: "Quickly, intercept—"

Before he finished, demon mages ascended one after another. Hundreds, thousands of beams aimed, surrounding the flower bud completely. The sky filled with their figures. They could definitely interrupt it.

In the next instant, a Glintblade Phalanx materialized.

There were more of them, numbering around two thousand, a force comparable to a full army's volley. They were faster, streaking across the sky faster than lightning. They were stronger, easily shattering the demon mages' defenses, tearing through flesh, killing them instantly.

The unprecedented high-speed aerial duel was breathtaking. Was this one person fighting the entire demon mage corps?

It was a rout!

The demons who had ascended menacingly were now continuously falling, either smashed to pieces or torn apart by countless sword lights.

The unknown powerful elf maintained the Scarlet Flower magic charge while simultaneously keeping the sword phalanx active. The whistling sound of tearing air was terrifying. This move alone was enough to annihilate an army. What was she preparing? Unimaginable. Some monsters had already started fleeing instinctively, ignoring the battlefield.

Suddenly, the silver-haired girl spread her arms, extending the petals to their maximum.

The magnificent spectacle reached its peak. Above the plains before the fortress, a giant flower bud stirred restlessly.

Then, she dived, crashing thunderously into the center of the demon army formation. The move stunned everyone. Why would someone willingly plunge into the heart of the enemy? It must mean some even more terrifying power was about to erupt.

"Flower of Aeonia, bloom furiously!"

The first thing Frieren's dive encountered was the camp, instantly pulverized into dust.

In that moment, the flower expanded, completely covering every corner of the demon formation, emitting the corresponding Scarlet Rot aura. The briefest contact caused flower-like scars to bloom on bodies, leading to festering, pain assaulting the nerves.

They screamed, clawing at themselves in agony. Flowers grew from their wounds, then their bodies solidified, melted into the soil, further spreading the Scarlet Rot.

Hell on earth!

In a single encounter, the auxiliary troops, monsters, and hundreds of elite demons perished. Their deaths were horrifying beyond measure. Anyone witnessing it felt their scalp tingle, primal fear urging them to flee, yet their legs were numb.

The silver-haired, twin-tailed elf walked out from the giant flower calyx, nonchalantly donning armor and vambraces, holding a staff in one hand and a blade in the other, clearly not intending to spare the survivors.

Dozens of demon warriors surrounded her, but it was meaningless.

Their decaying corpses collapsed as if bowing, welcoming an unparalleled monarch treading a bloody path to victory.

Their ruined bodies could only utter unintelligible curses before turning into flowers.

"...If left unchecked, you might turn into Rot creatures, perhaps. But I haven't been to Caelid to find out. The experiment ends here for now. Cease spreading, Flower of Aeonia."

Except for the Greater Demon Yunus and a few quick-moving powerhouses, a single spell had afflicted everyone with rot, causing them to swiftly wither and die.

Admittedly, they were the strongest elites of the entire legion. Surviving should have been a point of pride, yet they felt no joy. The army, concentrated with the clan's strength, was entirely wiped out, not a single one left. Even a rout would have survivors, but now, none remained.

The ground itself was stained red, though Frieren quickly purified the material corrosion; at least she could now control its application to specific targets.

The scarlet earth still left everyone dumbfounded, because countless corpses lying there were twitching.

Bang!

Their bodies stiffened, sprayed petals, and vanished into the wind.

Yunus dazedly knelt, clutching the soil, murmuring: "Truly beautiful. Perhaps this isn't unique magic, but you must be the one who best understands how to integrate aesthetics into the destruction of demons. What kind of heart do you possess?"

Unfortunately, Frieren didn't respond. Instead, she swaggered around collecting samples, placing bits of petals and soil residue into vials, looking less like a warrior and more like a scholar now.

For a while, no one dared disturb her, simply standing frozen, witnessing the desolate battlefield... ruins. It counted as ruins now.

One strike shattered an army!

Of the vast demon host, less than one in ten remained. They couldn't continue.

At the impact center stood a magnificent flower calyx. Apart from the proudly standing silver-haired girl, no one else was upright within a hundred-meter radius. Her expression was calm, her emerald eyes held no unnecessary wavering – a grand posture befitting her magic power.

Who knew what vicissitudes that seemingly young body had experienced? What peerless powerhouses had those eyes gazed upon, then fought and conquered?

"You elves always have some monster popping out from corners forgotten even by history."

"Come to my side now, Flamme."

Suddenly, the elf woman extended her hand. The gesture drew attention. In the dead silence, who was she beckoning? Then they saw an orange-red-haired girl quickly run over.

She was so weak, even stumbling, nearly falling – the weakest possible entrant onto the battlefield. Yet no one dared attack, knowing Frieren would be fastest. They could only watch them reunite.

Reaching her side, Flamme subconsciously grabbed her teacher's skirt hem, trembling. Those stares were terrifying.

"I'm scared."

"But you still came, right? Coming is good. I'll help you break your fear. You already have the tenacity of the strong; you just need pride. Don't belittle yourself. Pride is built from victory."

Frieren casually tossed out a staff. Flamme was still in shock.

Compared to Flamme's small frame, it was too long. The weight almost made her drop it.

No way? Is she asking me to fight a Greater Demon?

"It's yours. Later, use the basic magic attack I taught you earlier. Don't worry about aiming, just hit whoever you see. I'll protect you. Let's go together, clear the targets. We can't let a single demon escape today. Ensure total victory."

"Wait, I'm just a beginner! I'll hit Teacher by mistake! And you still have to fight them..."

"You won't hit me. By the way, if you perform well in battle, I'll teach you more magic. Want to get stronger?"

Just as Flamme nodded, an even more baffling scene unfolded. The mage who had just executed a historically significant annihilation spell held a greatsword in her left hand, poised for melee combat. Do you have absolutely no regard for the rule that mages should keep their distance?

The red-haired girl, however, thought nothing of it. Teacher was this strong precisely because she trained this way. Those making a fuss simply didn't understand, too far removed from Frieren's realm.

"I'll carry you."

With a gentle pull, Frieren had Flamme wrap her legs around her waist and arms around her neck, while managing to hold the staff.

Her entire center of gravity rested against Frieren's back. Strangely, her nervousness subsided.

Only at zero distance did she understand the sheer magnitude of the magic power she embraced.

So, Teacher meant that once you've seen the view from the world's peak, you won't be easily moved, right? The peak is right beside me. And now, all I need to do is seize the chance to kill a demon. For revenge!

Provoked by this scene, Yunus's face twisted with rage. What fool dared bring a burden onto the battlefield for a deadly fight?

They were happy for a strong enemy to willingly accept limitations, but this was too contemptuous. Did she think she was no threat after wiping out the army with one blow? The most elite personal guard and the commander were still here. The human army on the walls got a breather, but they didn't look optimistic either.

Completely unimaginable how a Mage of the Age of Gods could lead a mere magic apprentice against a squad led by a Greater Demon? You are indeed strong, but you're pushing yourself too hard.

"Do you know what you've done? This was an army honored by His Majesty the Demon King! You've insulted the entire demon race! Elf, what is your name?"

"Frieren."

"I am Yunus, Greater Demon warrior, front-line commander!"

Today, he was furious beyond measure. Look at this ruined scarlet battlefield, burying so many excellent demon warriors! It might take centuries to replenish them. Such an all-out offensive was a once-in-a-decade event, and it was all lost here.

He'd likely be punished by death upon returning anyway. Better to fight with all his might here. Conveniently, the foolish enemy's self-imposed limitation provided an opportunity.

"You'll soon realize how foolish you are."

Simultaneously, Yunus produced an absurdly large greatsword with a flip of his hand, stepped forward, closing the distance, and swept the blade horizontally.

Clang! The powerful surprise attack was deflected by her blade edge. The recoil sent him stumbling. The staff in the elf's other hand formed a Carian Slicer, thrusting sharply towards his throat.

At the critical moment, a demon mage attacked Flamme remotely, forcing Frieren to defend. They knew this millennial antique had plenty of tricks; target the weak link first.

Just as he intended to press the advantage, a Glintblade Phalanx appeared from nowhere, interrupting the ranged magic.

"Teacher, I'm going!"

As the red-haired girl shouted, Frieren hit Yunus's right leg with Farron Darts. His slowed movement made him kneel in Flamme's attack path, but he endured the injury and dodged the next moment. A demon mage on the other side provided healing – clear division of labor.

They were a complete squad, operating together on battlefields for years, collectively capable of matching a sage.

"Sorry, I dragged you down just now."

She smiled, patted Flamme's head, and commented: "Decent power, insufficient speed. I'll keep creating opportunities for you. Don't worry, relax, hit anywhere."

"—What do you two take demon warriors for?!"

At this moment, Yunus drank a potion while continuously receiving enhancement buffs from the mages, forming a deadly pincer around the leader.

Soldiers on the wall tried to help, but a casual shockwave of magic power pressed them down, unable to lift their heads. It wasn't a fight they could interfere in. The force deployed by the demons far exceeded Northwind Fortress's capacity.

Sensing the enemy's aura constantly breaking limits, the red-haired girl's heart tightened, worry showing on her face.

"Very good, Flamme. This time, you controlled your breathing, didn't tremble, right? Remember this feeling of boiling blood today. It will serve you for a lifetime."

"My blood will boil?"

"Yes."

In the next instant, Frieren stomped fiercely. The Storm Stomp weapon art,carrying an icy tornado, sent the demons flying, disrupting their formation. Then she leaped high and descended thunderously, her Sword Greatsword striking a warrior, instantly cleaving him in two.

But the target's body forcibly pieced itself back together and swung an axe again. Parrying it, she realized he had become an undead puppet.

"Elf, you don't know how many tricks a demon army has."

"Then let's counter with holy attribute miracles."

As she spoke, azure pillars of light descended around the silver-haired girl – the miracle power granted by angels to holy maidens, deeply connected to the Lothric Angelic Faith.

Any undead puppet touched by the light immediately turned to ash. Not only that, it possessed physical damage too, blasting a hole in the ground with each strike. If an opening appeared, Frieren's staff magic sword or Sword Greatsword would tear the enemy apart. Yes, now she only used swords.

On the city gate battlefield, an elf warrior carried a human apprentice on her back, wielding two greatswords like wind, her feet causing the ground to resonate, while pillars of light constantly rose around her, indiscriminately bombarding the demons.

And she was too fast.

Frieren at full sprint was no less than any top warrior. Her blades were unstoppable, dazzling, swift as lightning. She was practically reaping enemies, while the demons, supposedly coordinating as a team, were utterly powerless.

Even more annoying was Flamme occasionally throwing a cheap shot. Even she didn't know where she was aiming, making dodging impossible.

Her attacks weren't strong enough to kill demons, but even a small wound could hinder movement and lead to death.

Bang!

Suddenly, Frieren's sword slashed into a demon mage's shoulder, blood spraying. She intentionally didn't cut all the way through, instead stepping on his shoulder to force him to kneel, then turned her head and ordered:

"Kill him, Flamme. Remember this death throe."

"Yes, Teacher." Before the words faded, a magic blast obliterated the head. First kill complete. The sudden exhilaration ignited something within her.

"Today, not yet ten years old, you killed a Greater Demon Mage."

"It was all thanks to Teacher's help."

"Becoming my disciple is also one of your skills. Don't feel it lacks substance. This counts as your battle record. On the battlefield, no process matters more than the result of victory. If you feel it's not valuable enough, then let's kill him."

Saying this, Frieren raised her Sword Greatsword towards Yunus. He looked battered and exhausted, barely managing. If she hadn't prioritized killing the support units, the general would be in even worse shape.

Having fully experienced the power of the Mage of the Age of Gods, the surviving personal guard could only huddle together, not daring to separate.

They couldn't comprehend this strength. Why was her magic power inexhaustible? Why was she stronger and more agile than even dwarven warriors?

The human soldiers watching from the walls were numb. Such a person existed in the world? They seemed privileged to witness a glimpse of the strongest beings, a dominance from the Age of Myth.

"All demons, coordinate magic resonance! Concentrate on one point, don't scatter!"

"Yes, sir!"

Even in the most critical moment, the personal guard displayed outstanding combat discipline, still capable of fighting. Currently, all their power converged onto Yunus alone. With a roar, his greatsword swept away the angelic pillars of light. The previously invincible magic was shattered.

For the first time since the battle began, Frieren's magic failed. This was a contest of absolute power.

Though panting, Yunus felt a surge of joy.

Regardless, the odds of winning had increased slightly. At the very least, he had to kill the girl named Flamme. Otherwise, he couldn't imagine how terrifying an inheritor of the Age of Gods' legacy combined with a short-lived race's growth speed would be.

Plans changed faster than expected. In an instant, the silver-haired elf took the initiative, charging forward, her two heavy swords swinging like door panels.

Clang!

He blocked it, but it felt like blocking a mountain. The force transmitted made his arms numb. The mighty Greater Demon warrior was actually sent flying, crashing into a trench.

After swatting aside the hindrance, Frieren turned to face the personal guard. Her cold eyes frightened even the demons. Why did the General fly off from one hit? Was she actually a warrior? What just happened?

They had no time to think, because ripples spread from her blade.

Layer upon layer of Glintstone Arcs shot out. Enhanced with soul attacks, they feared no defensive barrier. A hit meant severe injury.

The demon mages were almost despairing. Why hadn't she used the same spell twice so far? Unpredictable, indefensible, unbreakable. It was a one-sided destruction from start to finish. Less than 5 of them remained, nearing total annihilation.

"Stop!"

Yunus, dragging his injured body, attacked from behind, blasting away the silver figure with a powerful blow. Was it an illusion? The real body reappeared, floating in the air, giving off a strong sense of foreboding.

"For someone with such an honorable style, you'd actually resort to this?"

"See that? Flamme. That's why enemies are foolish enough to fall for it."

She was so relaxed she even casually tutored her apprentice, yet her magic power didn't slow, coalescing completely. Behind Frieren, the faint image of a roaring giant dragon appeared, its blood-red maw gaping:

White Dragon Breath, with its tangible crystallization effect, was well-suited in reality for dealing with mages' barriers, instantly overwhelming them.

Boom!

Less like being struck down and more like a crystal vein erupting from the ground, engulfing their bodies. Sharp, hard minerals ground flesh and bone, leaving no intact corpses.

Yunus, now alone, froze. Overwhelming loneliness enveloped him. What could he do? Looking around, he couldn't find a single comrade. From beginning to end, he hadn't even touched the enemy, let alone caused any damage. What means were left?

Witnessing all this from above, Flamme was deeply shaken. Life and death were decided at will under Teacher Frieren's absolute power.

The so-called General was left alive only because Frieren intended him as target practice for her. As for the other elites, she killed them whenever the mood struck.

"So demons can be this insignificant."

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