Battle of the Four Gods

The Battle to Destroy Nations!

The war unfolding before her made even Melina's expression turn grave. In terms of the power unleashed by top-tier experts alone, it was perhaps no less than the several battles at Leyndell—mountains crumbled and the earth split.

Across the entire Lands Between, it was not easy to gather three demigods in one place, let alone for a chaotic free-for-all where they were enemies to each other.

If this continued, the Caelid region would sooner or later be destroyed.

A single fiefdom was the size of a great nation. It had already suffered the erosion of Scarlet Rot; was it now to be crushed by a war of demigods? Wouldn't a vast expanse of land be utterly ruined? Melina only felt that Frieren's painstaking work was being destroyed.

Wait!

Suddenly, she noticed that in the scorched earth, the power of rot was vanishing like smoke.

Correct, it was that special Chaos Flame fusing with the Scarlet Rot. And because it was under the caster's strict control, it could be released and retracted at will, without pollution.

Thanks to this, the allied forces now dared to quickly assemble from the high ground and charge, closing the distance with rumbling speed. The banners of both armies charged forward with fury, without any reservations.

So, Frieren's Chaos Storm had preemptively created a killing field convenient for ordinary soldiers to fight in—a series of interlinked arrangements.

As for extinguishing the fire she herself had created, it was much simpler.

"To not forget this even in the midst of battle, specifically choosing a power attribute that dispels pollution..."

Melina stared intently at the three.

"So, Radahn is maintaining the seal on the stars to prevent external forces from invading, and Frieren is refraining from using her more destructive powers to purify the soil. Neither of them is in a complete state. But you, Lord of Blood—the reason you're not using your full strength is to hide behind the scenes."

This cold tone, stating a fact without a hint of mockery, made rage rise from Mohg's heart, yet for a moment he couldn't think of a rebuttal. He could only curse:

"Such a sharp-tongued creature. I'll deal with you later."

"Shut your mouth. As fellow Omens, your magnanimity is far too inferior to Margit's."

As soon as Frieren's words fell, the enemy before her actually spread a half-black wing. The power of accursed blood boiled, and an even greater pressure descended. Beside them, even Radahn's movements paused for a moment.

Did she step on a landmine?

What answered her was a fierce attack, one wave higher than the last. Each movement was wrapped in a bloody storm, its edge menacing.

This was more like it, couldn't be better. As a return gift, the silver-haired girl, in coordination with her white soul warriors, launched a counter-offensive, a direct confrontation.

Mohg felt the burning sensation on his soul gradually intensify, making him uncomfortable. However, he couldn't be bothered; he was already filled with uncontrollable rage.

How dare she bring up Morgott? What do you know!

The Omen children have different ways of fighting. It was Goddess Marika who denied the path to kingship through open and honorable means. There are too many things in the world that cannot be helped.

"For a demi-human half-breed, you sure talk a lot. Remember this: the one who kills you is Mohg."

Bloodboon!

Suddenly, he summoned a trident-shaped totem, and a great light of blood erupted. The first to react was Radahn, who had the most severe injuries. Blood and flesh flew from the wounds all over his body. However, because of his corrupted form, it wasn't a major issue; his movements merely slowed.

Seeing this, Frieren's gaze sharpened, and she moved to cast a healing incantation. However, the lunging Mohg continuously swung his blood claws, giving her no chance.

The next moment, a sharp pain shot through her body. Blood columns burst from the wounds she had accumulated.

Her silver armor was washed in blood, her mage robe soaked through, her whole person like a red fountain.

She quickly propped herself up with a staff to avoid losing her balance. Her poise was still there, but her life force was continuously draining away. The accumulation of abnormal statuses was pushing the Astrologer's body to its limit.

Her opponent did not press the advantage.

"I have to thank Radahn for the hidden injuries he gave you earlier, allowing me to smoothly complete the ritual casting. But directly cursing a top-tier demigod is indeed still a bit of a stretch." Mohg was also panting. "You didn't fall. You have some backbone."

To set up this move, he had almost drained his mana and was urgently drawing more from his main body. The next blow would be decisive.

What was even more delightful was that, seizing this opportunity, Radahn also attacked.

A Starscourge Greatsword chopped down, carrying the weight of gravity.

Clang!

Even though severely injured, Frieren caught the opening and executed a precise parry. The difference was that before, she could do it perfectly; now, the blade still grazed her breastplate.

Mohg's heart leaped with joy. He laughed, "You're at your limit, aren't you? How is my accursed blood..."

He trailed off mid-sentence. He saw the silver-haired girl first stop the bleeding—that wasn't strange; there were many similar methods. What was strange was that the curse's aura was also dispelled along with it. The contamination left on her body was all eliminated, even reversing into healing.

And that wasn't all. In that instant, there were signs of her soul leaving her body, smoothly taking away a portion of her life energy before returning—a divine skill.

The question was, what was the point of doing this?

"I have to thank you, Mohg. Indeed, magic must progress through battle."

"What?"

"You've shown me that the concept of soul-splitting defense is feasible. When facing an irreversible curse, this body triggers a momentary soul detachment, taking life force with it. In other words, what the calamity targets is just a husk. I proactively turn myself into an empty shell to minimize damage. And my strength has always lain in the soul."

In the span of a breath, Frieren used soul repair to interfere with her physical body in reverse, dispelling the curse while quickly recovering her state. Apart from minor wounds, the blood curse had been broken.

Mohg, witnessing this incredible scene with his own eyes, was stunned. So these were the methods of a soul sorcerer!

He didn't understand how the risk of a curse could be shared, but the situation gave him no time to think.

Several cerulean torrents appeared in mid-air.

Multiple, three-dimensional Soul Streams assaulted him. Seeing this, Mohg quickly dodged, but the opponent pursued relentlessly.

Boom!

The white soul warriors behind Frieren together blocked another swing from the Starscourge Greatsword, but they ultimately vanished like smoke.

Because their summoner had performed a soul-splitting operation that took away most of the energy, they could only exist for a fleeting moment.

As an experiment, they had fulfilled their mission. Continue the battle.

Immediately after, the streams split, several attacking Radahn, while numerous Ancient Death Rancors swirled like clouds, bombarding every inch of the battlefield.

A sweep of the sacred spear was parried.

The Starscourge Greatsword couldn't hit the agile silver-haired girl.

Instead, Frieren continuously launched attacks, casting magic with both left and right hands—lightning, flames, death attribute, all available. Her mana was bottomless, as she simultaneously engaged two demigods.

The allied forces, rushing over in a great hurry, discovered that Her Majesty was fighting two against one to a standstill. She had actually done it. Such spirit.

"Charge! Support Her Majesty! Annihilate all those bloodfiends!"

The banners of the Southern Army and the Redmane Army, wrapped in dust and smoke, charged at full speed. The cavalry at the front presented their long spears, their points menacing, advancing together with the rumbling of the earth.

"As you wish, total war."

Mohg raised his sacred spear with both hands and summoned the final wave of the Blood Dynasty army, preemptively surrounding the three.

"Lord of Blood, how long do you intend to use superior numbers to bully others?" A dark moon appeared in mid-air. Sitting upon it was a four-armed blue doll. "Would you mind if I joined your battle, Your Majesty Frieren?"

"You are welcome, Ranni."

Another demigod had joined. Although it was clearly an incomplete, possessed projection, its strength in the short term was not to be underestimated.

Sure enough, the Blood Dynasty side faced them as if facing a great enemy, not daring to attack recklessly.

Beside them, Melina finally let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Frieren didn't have a rigid, battle-crazed personality, insisting on taking on everyone by herself. It was just that, watching that blue doll land on her shoulder, she still felt somewhat complicated.

So, they were now officially cooperating?

If before, the Lunar Princess had been operating behind the scenes, and it was widely known that her shadow was behind the New Lord of Souls' unification of the Academy and the Carian Royal Family, it had never been public, after all.

At this moment, Ranni openly standing on a united front with the silver-haired girl practically confirmed the rumors:

They were allies.

Frieren gave a faint smile, her two staves condensing a Moonlight Sword and a Carian Greatsword. Since she had a top-tier sorcerer providing support, she would now adopt a mid-range combat style as much as possible.

The two were of one mind. As fellow demigod powerhouses, they understood each other's tactics in an instant, coordinating with one another.

"Roar!" Radahn's roar deepened somewhat, a flicker of emotion in his eyes, yet he ultimately failed to regain his sanity.

"I have come to bid you farewell, my brother."

Seeing her kin in such a state, it was inevitable to feel heartache, but she quickly composed herself. No matter what, she had to win this world-altering battle before her.

"Many thanks for coming, Ranni. Otherwise, it would indeed have been very strenuous."

"After all, the locked destiny of the royal family is to be opened. How could I not be present? Besides, always letting you bear the brunt of the risk up front would make me feel guilty. Allies should share the duty of battle together. Let's first create our victory together."

"Alright."

Their magical powers intertwined, merging to form an even larger vortex of energy. Especially Frieren's previously somewhat subdued mana reaction was forcefully pulled up, her state even more potent.

Mohg, his plans repeatedly foiled, laughed in extreme anger.

He was jealous. This should have been the combination he and Miquella achieved, yet here it appeared, as an enemy.

"So you have made the decision to jointly rule the Elden Ring?"

"Is this God and King?"

This one question silenced the scene. Everyone vaguely anticipated that outcome. If Ranni and Frieren completely announced their alliance, then they would lack neither legitimacy nor power—absolutely super-big news.

For millennia, the Lands Between hadn't even been able to put together the most basic God-King combination. Where could one find such conditions now, with prestige, power, and strength all top-tier?

However, the two parties involved reacted flatly, the atmosphere carrying a hint of detachedly exchanging glances.

"I have set foot upon a dark path. Before resolving the fated killing-intent, I will not consider the throne."

"The intelligence I currently possess does not support me in making a judgment. I must first investigate the Lands Between thoroughly."

With that, the two nodded in unison.

Official denial.

But as everyone knew, in the Golden Dynasty, an official denial was fact.

On the speculation that there must be a catch to the God-King combination, the God-candidate and the King-candidate had reached a consensus. Although they officially denied it verbally, no matter how one looked at it, they were in perfect harmony. You two are definitely a go.

Mohg laughed again. "A very rational conclusion. Now I understand even better. You two are indeed very suitable for each other. You must die today."

He knew very well that this very moment was the only chance for an interception.

The Blood Dynasty army moved out.

The allied forces, not to be outdone, also entered the heart of the battlefield. Even though they were destined to face the aftershocks of a demigod war, they were fearless. After the words just spoken, their morale was even higher.

Everyone believed that the partnership of the Lunar Princess and the New Lord of Souls could surely make the world abundant again.

The four demigods were still in a standoff, fully focused.

The two armies clashed first. On one side were a full 30,000 battle-hardened Southern Army soldiers and 10,000 mobilizable Redmane soldiers. On the other were the Albinaurics and monster colonies cultivated by the Blood Dynasty for many years. However, the latter were pushed back at the first encounter.

The banners of the allied forces crossed past the demigods, and Mohg's face grew even more grim, his teeth gritted.

"Useless trash."

"How can things that hide in the dark compare to the well-seasoned Edgar and his men? You underestimated the new changes in the Lands Between."

Frieren was not surprised by this at all; she was well aware of the tempering her soldiers had undergone.

Under General Edgar's command, the vanguard heavy cavalry easily tore through the Blood Dynasty's front line. Airborne wyverns and Stormhawks provided cover and harassment respectively, throwing the enemy's rear into chaos, which allowed the Grafted Scions to charge straight in.

Modified by grafting and blessed by a Great Rune, they were immensely strong. More arms could wield more weapons and shields, making them invincible in both offense and defense.

Following closely behind was a bombardment of Dragon Communion incantations.

In an instant, the battlefield was covered in a continuous expanse of dragon breath and flames. The accursed blood monsters simply couldn't charge through.

When the central command area began to loosen, it was the Magma Wyrms' turn. They charged recklessly, breaking through with their physical strength alone, leaving a trail of lava in their wake. A few such repeated penetrations easily sliced the enemy apart.

The results of being tempered on the Caelid battlefield were vividly displayed by the Southern Army. Their organization, efficiency, morale, and tactical proficiency were all impeccably first-class.

Still, a steady stream of troops poured down from the highlands, their momentum swallowing thousands of miles.

Compared to their unstoppable advance, the local Redmane Army became a mere supporting act, only able to guard the periphery against stragglers.

"What an outstanding army."

Jerren exclaimed in admiration.

Today's Southern Army had the momentum of the Redmane and Haligtree armies in their prime. This spirit and fighting will originated from Frieren's unification. The commander-in-chief gives the army its soul. In the future, they would surely reach even higher levels, capable of contending with those legendary armies.

As for the rabble of the Blood Dynasty opposite them, they were of course in full retreat, their casualties falling in swathes.

"The enemy has broken through to the central formation! Quickly, cover the retreat!"

"This level of firepower can't break through the Magma Wyrms' scale armor! Switch to stronger magic!"

"Their sorcerer corps is about to fire a volley—"

Countless glintstone spells rose from the Southern Army, tracing beautiful arcs, magnificent and swift, falling into the ranks of the Sanguine Nobles at the maximum parabolic angle.

Over the past few years, Stormveil Castle had already cultivated a large number of battlemages who coordinated perfectly with the army. As the army under the world's number one sorcerer, how could they not be proficient in magical warfare? What they lacked in quality, they made up for in quantity.

Organized sorcerer corps cast in rotation, from support to long-range offense, all available, now all unleashed upon the enemy.

Edgar had specifically saved this unit until now. Everyone's mana was plentiful; they could cast as they pleased.

"Victory is certain!"

The rousing cry followed the iron hooves trampling over the corpses of the Blood Dynasty army, their blades pointed at the banner in the rear. It was obvious the military aspect of the battle had been decided; it was only a matter of time.

The painstakingly assembled pawns were so easily broken?

The impatient Mohg was the first to break the standoff, directly attacking Frieren, who met him with a Carian Greatsword.

A deafening boom.

It was actually he who took a step back. No, it was she who was re-stacking her buffs.

At this very moment, Ranni, on the silver-haired girl's shoulder, was leisurely casting enhancements.

There were thousands upon thousands of spells in the Lands Between, and the Carian Royal Family possessed countless more. Among them, enhancement and buffing spells were innumerable.

The so-called buff-stacking routine wasn't limited to Frieren's set. In Ranni's hands, there was another set of solutions to achieve the same effect. Many were even spells the former had never experienced. In short, her body felt unprecedentedly light, full, and strong.

"Don't even think about it!"

The sacred spear was brandished, attempting to interrupt the doll-maiden's casting, thrusting straight at the target.

Unexpectedly, Frieren easily sidestepped to dodge.

Though the sharp point, exuding accursed blood, grazed Ranni's cheek, she continued to cast with an unchanged expression, the next moment changing her move.

Summon Dark Moon.

Mohg dodged with a beat of his half-wing and laughed, "This kind of slow magic is useless against me—"

As a result, the silver-haired girl swung her staff as if hitting a baseball, striking the Dark Moon. The sudden acceleration caught him off guard, and he took the full brunt of the impact, instantly covered in frost, his mana even becoming sluggish.

However, Frieren didn't pursue, instead backhanding a sword to block Radahn's gravity sphere, and without even turning her head, fired another Soul Stream to knock him back, without any gap.

As General Starscourge retreated, several Comets pursued.

It was Ranni, further suppressing him.

Her partner, responsible for the front, then completed another direct shot of Chaos Flame, which blasted through half of Mohg's wing.

Damn it!

The projection form could only be opened to this level; its performance was now greatly diminished. However, his basic demigod attributes were still there. He landed steadily, and in an instant, stirred up accursed blood. His target, unexpectedly, was Radahn.

The moment he was tainted, General Starscourge's eyes were dyed crimson. With a roar, only madness remained.

"What have you done?" Ranni's voice was colder than ever before.

"Merely made a wild beast even more frenzied."

Mohg continued to laugh, "Now his resistance to abnormal statuses is very low. Any few moves will be effective. It's just that you've been holding back all this time, Frieren. You will regret it."

"I do have curse magic, but I want to face General Starscourge as complete as possible," the silver-haired girl shook her head.

"Why risk it?"

She turned to face Radahn, offering no further explanation.

Ranni, on her shoulder, said sternly, "The principle of an Elden Lord standing tall and proud—you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Stop dawdling. Let's settle this."

Before her words faded, the frost and cold silence of lunar magic enveloped the entire field. As if receiving a signal, another power rose. Frieren swung two greatswords of magic, actually stirring up a blizzard tornado. The intense change in temperature dispelled the polluting miasma of blood.

Stimulated by this, Radahn suddenly charged, attacking together with a rain of meteorites.

Boom!

Meeting it head-on was another gravity spell, canceling each other out. However, the maddened him still charged forward recklessly.

Seizing this opportunity, Mohg also raised his spear and thrust.

The two of them, in a pincer attack from front and back, their tall figures casting immense shadows, the magic they simultaneously activated faintly resonating, enough to overwhelm any possible potential counterattack.

Thops's Barrier first deflected the accursed blood, then Frieren sidestepped to avoid a Starscourge Greatsword.

The other one stabbed towards her heart. With a muffled clang, she blocked it.

Yet she didn't block it completely; she deflected its force. A moment ago, she was extremely fierce; now, she was as gentle as flowing water, continuous and unending, almost pulling the Starscourge Greatsword while simultaneously blasting Mohg with her own gravity magic.

"Just resorting to petty tricks." He forcibly blocked it.

The next moment, he regretted it, because the head-on clash of the two tall demigods caused a brief moment of stiffness for both. Was Frieren about to cast a spell?

"No, you don't have time to cast—"

"I do."

Ranni once again used her moonlight magic to freeze them. The zero-distance stagnation gave the僵直 (stiffness/stun) of Mohg and Radahn an extra moment.

Enough for Frieren to soar into the air, her body slightly curled, condensing a Carian Slicer in one hand. This familiar posture made all three demigods' eyes widen.

White brilliance, like a peregrine falcon, shuttled through, elegant and deadly, spreading out in a fan shape in all directions.

First stance of Waterfowl Dance.

The light, silver-haired figure escaped the encirclement. Behind her, blood burst from the bodies of Mohg and Radahn, staining the long sky. This one move not only had ultimate sword technique but also the true damage of soul magic, which pierced the heart, completely hitting all vital points.

As Frieren flicked the blood from her magic sword, the aftershocks of the sword energy belatedly streaked across the sky, as if a butterfly were in flight. The pinnacle of martial arts should possess an unparalleled beauty.

It wasn't a spell of immense destruction, yet it captured the gaze of thousands.

That sword style—no one in the Lands Between was ignorant of it. The New Lord of Souls, having seen it only once, could now use it, even if it was just one wave of the Waterfowl attack.

The two demigods' figures paused, then, by instinct, they quickly retreated. If the enemy pursued, they wouldn't be able to hold out.

Coming back to her senses, Ranni murmured:

"So you were going to use Waterfowl Dance. You always like trying new moves."

In the distance, Millicent thoughtfully stared at Frieren's sheathing posture. The experience from their sparring match in the ruins of Sage's Town had been learned, flexibly used in a one-versus-many counterattack to break the siege. The judgment, speed, and magic displayed in that one moment were at their peak.

How dare she use a sword technique she had never released before while being pincered by multiple demigods? Was she out of moves? A whim? No, it was the courage of the strong to break through.

Again!

Frieren once again assumed the stance of Waterfowl Dance, scaring Mohg into quickly raising his sacred spear in defense.

Unexpectedly, the one who attacked was Ranni on her shoulder. An Azur Comet slammed viciously into his body, the impact and annihilating force of the magic making his repeatedly injured body creak.

The silver-haired girl's true target was Radahn.

A blade of white brilliance swept towards the charging General Starscourge, instantly causing blood to burst from all over his body, his life force plummeting.

This time, he couldn't help but kneel on one knee, his aura rapidly weakening.

"Let's end this quickly."

By now, Frieren had keenly sensed the opportunity had come. She immediately unleashed a vast swarm of Ancient Death Rancor, firmly sealing the surroundings to form a necromantic vortex. Greyish-black aura, carrying soul attacks, swept across the beach.

Not a single one could be let go, especially Mohg's main body, which had to be damaged. This fellow couldn't be let off too easily.

"You're quite audacious. I'll show you what's what right now."

He unceremoniously responded with a blood curse. Simultaneously, General Starscourge also sensed the critical moment, going all out in a wild, sweeping charge. The two of them together attacked the silver-haired girl.

Boom!

An explosive surge of magical storm sent waves of sand into the nine heavens, interspersed with flashes of magic—Frieren and Ranni's glintstone magic, Mohg's blood magic, Radahn's gravity magic, clashing incessantly.

The power of four demigods, unleashed!

Finally, the Wailing Dunes, unable to bear the burden, began to collapse. An area of a hundred kilometers around caved in with a cracking sound, instantly flooded by tens of thousands of tons of seawater.

"Quick, get away! This is already at the level of a tsunami!"

After Edgar's loud reminder, he discovered the ground was beginning to rise again. They were heading towards the sky!

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