Chapter 248 Morgott Intervenes (Bonus Chapter) (Patreon)

Based on existing information, it was easy to deduce the basic identities of the Omen Twins.

Frieren, who enjoyed collecting various tomes from the Lands Between, immediately realized that the one in Leyndell, Royal Capital was also an Omen, which was why he remained mysterious and unseen, actually using the alias Margit to guard Leyndell.

Even though the Golden Order did not share a single grace with the Omen during its peak, and instead subjected him to extreme humiliation, it did not deter him from protecting the waning Leyndell, Royal Capital.

“So, I was fighting such a hero.”

“Just an idiot.”

Rest assured, I will keep your secret. As long as Morgott doesn't reveal his identity, that information will rot in my gut.

“You'll keep the secret even in death,” Mohg sneered.

“I just don't want you to remember Margit incorrectly after you die. But you're right, he is a hero. As a reward, I'll grant you a swift end.”

Despite his words, the Bloodflame Talons embedded in Frieren's body grew even stronger.

Snap!

She uprooted these cursed objects, not flinching even as they tore out flesh. Then, she forcibly mended the wounds with Sunlight Healing, while the Hemorrhage could only be endured for now.

The curse, strong enough to make an ordinary person faint from pain, was forcefully resisted.

Mohg cast a sharp glance at his opponent but didn't relent verbally: “Your Soul Sorcery is useless against me. It seems fate would have it that my most important battle in this lifetime gives me an advantage precisely because of my Omen identity.”

“Perhaps not.”

Frieren pulled at the void with her staff, and the souls he had just absorbed rapidly dissipated, continuously bringing him pain.

The hit effects of Soul Sorcery were not so simple; after several modifications, they could also inflict abnormal statuses.

The Lord of Blood, suddenly struck, furrowed his brow, immediately absorbing more souls to counteract it.

The two, exchanging blows, locked onto each other, circling and regaining their stances, poised for action.

They gradually discerned each other's fighting styles.

This was not a battle that would be decided quickly, but Mohg was more confident in the accumulation of abnormal statuses.

Frieren was still bleeding.

The Hemorrhage curse, under the blessing of the Formless Mother, was not so simple.

Again.

The Lord of Blood swung his Sacred Spear, scattering a torrent of blood, met by the scorching Chaos Flame. The two mutually negated each other, with the latter even gaining an edge.

One side was the malevolence of blood, the other, surging heatwaves; a waterfall of blood cascaded down the mountain.

“Look, the entire temple is bleeding.”

The soldiers engaged in battle couldn't help but glance sideways, astonished to see blood gushing from the mountain peak, every drop possessing a deadly cursed nature.

It covered the entire mountain!

The power of a top-tier Demigod was not limited to a single city or nation; it could permeate an entire domain.

Even without activating the power of his Great Rune, Mohg's current display was exaggerated enough that even his mortal enemies had to avoid it.

The first area affected was the temple district atop the mountain, as boiling, surging blood swept over it.

“Move aside, I'll block it.”

Melina, wielding a sharp blade, unleashed Golden Blade light across the ground.

Her Sacred-attribute flames, combined with the immense Faith she poured into them, forcibly held back the corrosive blood wave.

Seizing the momentary respite, the Southern Army elites quickly retreated hundreds of meters to maintain their distance.

Their strict organization ensured an orderly retreat, whereas the stumbling Mohgwyn Dynasty soldiers, caught off guard by the blood wash, instantly festered and decayed, meeting the same fate as the Living Corpses on the mountain path.

Truly terrifying.

The power of Blood was even more corrosive than Melina had imagined; ordinary purification methods struggled to resist it.

If Scarlet Rot was essentially a twisted state within the cycle of life, highly transmissible, then the Blood Curse was more adept at causing damage, specializing in offensive combat.

Even with Frieren's numerous buffed resistances, it wasn't enough.

“You must be safe...”

The Chaos Flame became increasingly unable to stop the blood wave, as these liquids also began to burn, indistinguishable from ordinary fire.

Frieren couldn't possibly use the Witch of Izalith's strongest flames, and ordinary Chaos Flame already possessed the demonic modification attribute, let alone being a source of pollution.

So, she simply switched tactics.

Mohg, not far away, revealed a sinister grin, guessing if his enemy had run out of strength?

Good.

Lest he had to further mobilize the Formless Mother's power; Outer Gods were never straightforward. Use as little as possible.

But the next moment, he witnessed strong winds rolling back, the flowing energy encompassing everything and containing the blood wave, mixing with ice shards to freeze it, preventing its wild rampage.

A hurricane vortex formed around the silver-haired girl.

Frost and snow clouds covered tens of square kilometers, shrouding the mountaintop and stirring up the blood pool.

From high above, bone-chilling cold suppressed the blood wave, and with another gust of wind, it was swept away towards an unknown horizon, vanishing without a trace.

Mohg, of course, wouldn't sit idly by. He immediately urged the crimson torrent to circulate, like a massive waterfall pouring down with roaring splashes.

Yet Frieren, with one move of her staff, took it all in; not a single drop leaked.

In the air, a gigantic ice mass, guarded by a storm, had seemingly formed. It was frozen Cursed Blood, which, having solidified, made it easier to engrave Sealing Runes, firmly suppressing it.

Even as the Bloodflame Talons on her body further tore her flesh, it didn't affect her movements in the slightest.

Even the Storm-King paled in comparison.

The soldiers of Limgrave recalled the former master of Stormveil Castle's grandeur, but the Soul of Cinder King had long surpassed him. That power was incomparable.

Even the Stormhawks were drawn to it, screeching and circling above the colossal ice block, their presence radiating power.

The fierce wind lifted Frieren's silver hair, making her seem to dance, yet the oppressive aura steadily escalated, transforming into a Storm Blade.

Around her, Soul Golems wielding greatswords reappeared.

Alarmed, Mohg quickly retreated into the blood pool, mobilizing energy to defend himself. He was now unassailable.

“This entire mountain is under my spell circle's blessing. You dream.”

“Perfect then. Only a storm can fell a Great Tree—”

“Damn it!”

His furious curse was masked by the gale.

That thousand-meter-long wind blade swept down from the temple, splitting in two, cleaving the mountain and cutting through waves, making the blood vanish, scattering it into the sky without a trace.

A deep chasm adorned the highland.

The armies on both sides watched dumbfounded as a three-meter-wide裂隙 opened in the mountain, as deep as the mountain's height.

The spell circles covering it disintegrated layer by layer, no longer able to conjure furious torrents.

Mohg's figure appeared amidst the mountain summit ruins, only to find Frieren not in the air, but plummeting like a meteor.

It was Gravity Acceleration.

Realizing this, he intercepted with Bloodclaw, while simultaneously marveling at how her magic could sustain such continuous attacks... yet that figure vanished into a spatial vortex.

The next moment, she appeared before him, both hands raising the Dark Moon Greatsword.

Ash of War: Lion's Claw!

The consistently effective close-quarters Weapon Skill, imbued with acceleration, struck Mohg's Sacred Spear fiercely. The force was so great that the blade still slammed into his body, scattering blood.

The Moonlight Wave carved a deep, bone-exposing wound while simultaneously freezing it.

“I know you use Blood for healing, so I'll destroy the wound first.”

Before she finished speaking, Frieren launched another Sorcery: Rock Sling.

The sustained assault finally broke his poise, causing the dignified Lord of Blood to stumble and lose balance.

Followed by a critical hit!

Frieren's Dark Moon Greatsword cleaved savagely into Mohg's abdomen. He tried to parry the blade, but couldn't withstand the force erupting from her slender body, as if an Ancient Dragon had charged into his embrace.

Blue sword light pierced through his body, emerging from his back, sending his body flying.

His disheveled figure rolled several meters down from the mountain peak.

As the high ground was visible to all, most of the battlefield witnessed the Lord of Blood being broken of poise by the Soul of Cinder King and subjected to a critical hit.

This was not a normal attack but a high-priority strike that broke through a vital point.

Moreover, it contained Soul and Frost effects.

Although Frieren was not proficient in Ranni's specialized magic-breaking attribute, the damage inflicted on Mohg was already considerable, likely pushing the battle's progress significantly.

“Bastard.”

He struggled to rise, only to see a glimmer of light condense at the tip of the silver-haired girl's spell circle: Sorcery: Carian Piercer.

Textbook-perfect damage exploitation.

The piercing thrust, carrying an impact, pushed him back.

However, Frieren's brows furrowed, her movements slightly slowed, and she then warily watched the Bloodflame Talons coiling from the wound on her shoulder.

“Is the curse taking effect? I could have pierced you.”

“Yes, no matter how strong you are, as long as you bleed, you will lose vitality. Abnormal statuses will eventually break you,” Mohg said, dusting off the hem of his robe as he stood.

“You probably have a way to suppress it, and can heal once out of combat, right? But you won't get the chance.”

Both being top-tier combatants, they believed in each other's caliber.

Minor tricks wouldn't yield decisive results, and they trusted their own ability to seize opportunities.

Bloodclaw!

This time, he unleashed the same move, but the silver-haired girl was too slow to dodge, and her chest armor was dented.

If it weren't for Master Hewg's superior craftsmanship, her heart might have been wounded.

More importantly, her body was sluggish due to excessive blood loss. A momentary delay in reaction could mean the difference between life and death.

For the first time since the battle began, Frieren's expression was so serious.

Ash of War: Endure!

Shielded by white light, she took out her Flask of Crimson Tears and gulped it down, forcibly blocking one of Mohg's Sacred Spear thrusts, finally replenishing her lost HP.

The clear dew, sweet as honey, was fragrant and delicious upon entry, flowing into her body to restore energy.

Mohg, his attack unsuccessful, actively retreated, a troubled expression on his face.

“Damn it, it's still so difficult to stop such a master from using elixirs. Will the highest stage of the Blood Curse be delayed for a while? Should I go all out?”

Regardless of his thoughts, the silver-haired girl had already put down her Flask of Crimson Tears.

In all the battles she had fought in the Lands Between, there were only a handful of times she needed to use elixirs, usually in critical situations, like the previous battle at Stormveil Castle.

But as her Astrologer account grew stronger, they became mostly unnecessary.

Now, the Blood Curse forced her to use an elixir, demonstrating that its mechanism was clearly threatening and certainly not to be underestimated.

“You can't stall for long.”

“Who said I was stalling? I'll make sure you never get the chance to harm anyone else again.”

No sooner had she spoken than Frieren unleashed a nebula, using large-scale offensive Gravity Magic for the first time since the battle began.

Mohg was caught off guard, astonished to see the ground rise into the air out of nowhere.

He was pulled high into the sky, and before him was a rain of Gravity Rocks.

Changing the battlefield was a prelude to higher-tier output, to avoid harming her allies.

It seemed a storm of attacks was imminent.

With a single leap, she conjured a series of rocks, none smaller than 5 meters in diameter, more effective than any trebuchet, countless in number.

Mohg immediately launched a counterattack, attempting to interrupt the magic, but found all energy attacks were deflected.

She had developed Gravity to this extent, making her capable of both offense and defense without blind spots.

As he hesitated, the rock barrage plummeted.

Crimson Rain!

Scarlet blood appeared from his small foothold. In an instant, crimson waves engulfed the world, raging towards the rocks.

They clashed head-on, neither giving way. He intended to make these mere magical stones sink into the sea.

However, things did not go as he wished. Each rock easily passed through the blood, directly reaching its target.

“Did you mark me with a gravity spell?”

Not only that, these rocks merely served as guidance.

The real threat to Mohg was the next wave:

Sorcery: Night Comet, Sorcery: Meteorite of Astel, Sorcery: Ambush Shard, Glintstone Sword Phalanx, and Lightning of Ruin—a series of spells, some existing in the Lands Between, some modified, some unheard of, poured down all at once.

Completely disregarding cost-effectiveness, it was pure saturation bombardment.

He hastily used Blood Protection to defend himself, raising a barrier around his body.

He barely blocked the more obvious Glintstone and Carian Magic, but each one inflicted cumulative damage on the barrier, causing it to crackle and shatter.

Whoosh!

A Sorcery: Night Comet pierced through the barrier and struck him, followed by more unpredictable spells.

Even a Shardbearer's physique couldn't withstand it; he was instantly covered in wounds.

Prolonged defense leads to defeat; it's indefensible.

Just as Mohg pondered his next move, a Moonlight Wave flew in, concealed by numerous spells.

The strong poise-breaking effect from the Dark Moon Greatsword struck him, breaking his defense.

Almost simultaneously, Frieren's figure flickered and transferred to his side, landing another solid critical hit, then cleanly withdrawing to continue her ranged bombardment.

A fluid sequence of moves left him no time to react.

Too fast, too strong! Her timing, combat intuition, and magical mastery were all top-tier.

Could such a powerful being truly exist in this world!

Mohg also began moving through the blood pool, but remained locked on.

He could only watch the silver-haired girl maneuver in the air, from a commanding height, gracefully unleashing Moonlight Wave after Moonlight Wave as if dancing.

Azure sword light and Sorcery: Night Comet became the most lethal combination, one for concealment, one for armor penetration.

Boom!

The magical aftershocks released by the silver-haired figure even extended beyond the blood pool's range, reaching a degree that affected the entire Mohgwyn Dynasty's domain.

Everyone felt the ground tremble, their ears roared, and strong winds swept over their heads, filled with killing intent.

It was hard not to notice; a glance was enough to see the mountain peak battlefield.

Frieren's small yet agile figure danced with numerous spells.

—All were cast without gestures.

Those spells spontaneously appeared and aimed beside her, requiring no staff-waving; perhaps a single thought was enough to manifest them.

It was as if she commanded magic itself, her fundamentals incredibly exaggerated to the point of being unimaginable.

Could this be done? Those potent spells were casting themselves automatically.

Thus, the Soul of Cinder King, by herself, was a living artillery battery.

In contrast, the Lord of Blood could only desperately dodge, overwhelmed by the firepower and vanishing from sight.

The Southern Army's morale soared, exclaiming in awe.

They battered the Mohgwyn Dynasty army, leaving them shattered and showing signs of collapse, firmly gaining the upper hand.

The blood pool was boiling, the entire dynasty tottered under Frieren's magic.

The colorful aurora, high in the sky, proclaimed the arrival of death, no less imposing than the oppressive presence of Astel, Naturalborn of the Void witnessed years ago.

“Enough!”

Suddenly, Mohg's low roar resonated in everyone's minds. Simultaneously, the Great Rune's radiance dispelled the magic.

He soared into the sky, black wings unfurling from his back, his ominous Omen form fully revealed.

His aura was completely different from before.

A phase transition?

As his mortal enemy, Frieren naturally understood her opponent. In fact, every change in Mohg's magical aura had not escaped her perception.

At this moment, the situation was clear: the Great Rune had been fully activated.

From now on, he fought not just as a Demigod, but as a Shardbearer who wielded a sliver of the Elden Ring's power.

His Great Rune purely enhanced his combat power.

His vitality, magic, and resistances all clearly expanded significantly, making him appear like a completely different person.

The Formless Mother's power was his last resort and too risky. After much consideration, Mohg first activated the Elden Ring fragment.

At this moment, the silver-haired girl no longer seemed as overwhelming in his perception; their absolute attribute values were nearly identical.

Frieren's face was calm as water.

Logically, the Shardbearers she had previously defeated didn't have time to fully activate the power of their Great Runes. For instance, Godrick, Rennala, and Radahn barely used theirs.

Although they were strong, they didn't fully demonstrate their power as true Shardbearers.

Therefore, there was no past experience to draw upon for the current situation.

The silver-haired girl seized the opportunity to apply additional buffs: Incantation: Golden Vow, Incantation: Flame, Grant Me Strength, and Vow of Retribution.

No matter what happened next, she would have to go all out. Mohg, now in his second phase, would only be stronger.

She had to bring out her strongest magic types to date and test them.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Suddenly, he raised his Sacred Spear with both hands and thrust it towards the sky, and runic symbols spread out.

The next moment, Frieren's body was flayed open, blood splattering everywhere.

Her legs buckled, and she fell uncontrollably, slamming onto the ground with a thud.

Her formidable physique and resilience allowed her to immediately stand up, avoiding a follow-up critical hit, but blood continued to flow profusely.

Her vision blackened, her body grew cold.

Covering her mouth and nose, she saw her hands covered in blood, her breathing obstructed, unable to gasp for air...

Amidst the blur, a dark shadowy figure flew towards her.

Just in the nick of time, her Dark Moon Greatsword switched to Moonveil Katana, emitting a 'ping' sound.

She perfectly parried a Sacred Spear thrust. When it came to parrying, this blade was her most comfortable.

However, it also meant shifting from offense to defense, and the tempo would enter a passive state.

“A decent reaction,” Mohg said, a savage grin on his face.

“But you're going to die, it's meaningless.”

“A curse?”

He watched Frieren's eyes stream with blood tears, blurring her vision, followed by a violent cough.

She simply closed her eyes, one hand gripping the Moonveil Katana, the other the Dark Moon Greatsword, seemingly preparing to fight purely by intuition.

This courage was indeed extraordinary, but Mohg would show no mercy.

The Sacred Spear swept horizontally, but again, a 'ping' sound indicated a parry, followed by a sweeping Moonlight Wave.

He quickly dodged sideways.

Such strong melee capabilities. Then I'll create distance.

The moment the thought arose, his opponent unexpectedly glided forward with preternatural foresight.

“You dare to charge into your own death? So be it.”

Mohg, his anger flaring, thrust out his Sacred Spear, only to see the silver-haired girl, eyes tightly closed, stepping onto its sharp edge, her body turned sideways.

The Moonveil Katana swung with gentle yet lethal trajectories, elegant as a waltz.

Weapon Skill: Waterfowl Dance caused flesh and blood to fly around the Lord of Blood's body; this was a display of ultimate swordsmanship.

After unleashing the move, Frieren continued to cough violently. Although her figure was slightly hunched, Mohg, looking back, no longer dared to underestimate her.

This person's tactics were endless?

“I knew you understood swordsmanship, but not that you were this strong.”

“Heh.”

“The Hemorrhage curse will continue to take effect. What battle can you fight when you can't see?

Stop struggling; I'll give you a swift end.”

“Relying solely on visual combat makes one second-rate, whether as a mage or a warrior.”

“I agree with that,” Mohg laughed heartily, confident of victory.

He was sure to win; he just needed to kill her bit by bit. During this, she would experience extreme, unbearable pain.

He launched another offensive, but the exact same scenario played out:

Perfect parries, perfect ripostes, followed by Weapon Skills. Whether it was Ash of War: Lion's Claw or kicks, they were all unleashed.

A slight misstep could lead to a critical hit.

Why wouldn't you fall?

Their ultra-high-speed close-quarters combat was less flamboyant than a magic duel, but its perilousness was even greater.

Frieren maintained pursuit, thwarting Mohg's attempts to create distance multiple times.

The two fought from the summit ruins to the temple district, clashing blades all the way, amidst crumbling rocks, yet the outcome remained undecided.

From a distance, soldiers clearly witnessed the Lord of Blood casting Blood Curses multiple times, his trident conjuring afterimages in the air, blood flowing profusely.

But they simply could not break the Soul of Cinder King's offensive.

Her seemingly sickly, heavily wounded body displayed an unprecedented fighting style, wielding a greatsword and a katana simultaneously.

As the Lands Between's strongest mage, she was incredibly, absurdly, wounding her enemy repeatedly with twin blades.

Just how many Weapon Skills did she know?

Everyone was simply awestruck. On either side, they could recall Frieren's past proclamation:

A true powerhouse fears neither being outnumbered nor being swayed by adverse environments.

No blind spots.

The world knew the Soul of Cinder King's magic was like a miracle. Mohg, too, had prepared various magic resistance measures.

Yet, facing such an odd opponent, he found himself helpless, making frequent mistakes.

Suddenly, he stumbled and lost balance.

It was another Moonlight Wave that shaved his poise, and Frieren immediately moved to perform a critical hit.

Slice! The sharp blade cut across the Lord of Blood's body.

Not only was there a loss of heat, but also rage.

Even the blessing of pain and the Great Rune's protection couldn't conceal the wounds anymore; the accumulated continuous damage truly affected his performance.

The silver-haired girl, having finished her combo, coughed violently, clutching her mouth.

Still sickly, who would have thought that just moments before, she had suppressed a phase-transitioning Shardbearer into a critical hit...

“No,” Mohg, stumbling back a few steps, suddenly realized.

“Every time you cough, your vitality recovers a bit, counteracting my Hemorrhage curse. Why? Is it some power derived from blood?”

“It's called Dragonrot.”

“—It's not magic, it's an aftereffect. Through it, I can counteract your Hemorrhage curse. I just discovered it myself.”

As she spoke, Frieren shrugged, her aura gradually calming and returning to its peak.

The next moment, she opened her eyes. Her bright emerald pupils made Mohg's heart tremble.

Why was she so tenacious? He was equipped with an Outer God's blessing, his home spell circle, and an Elden Ring fragment, yet he couldn't overcome her. How was this fair?

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the silver-haired girl's figure vanished.

At some point, the Moonveil Katana had been swapped back to her staff; it was Night school concealment.

Mohg tried to dodge, but his repeatedly wounded body was a moment too slow.

Thus, the Dark Moon Greatsword's edge pierced his embrace.

Frieren's cold voice echoed in his ear: “I heard it. Your mind is in chaos. That's not the willpower to defeat a powerful enemy.”

Then, gripping her staff with both hands, blue light surged, and long-accumulated energy erupted.

Magnificent, Caria—

However, the expected blood pillar did not erupt.

Instead, a figure shrouded in burlap appeared before Mohg, its horizontal light blade trembling slightly but ultimately holding firm.

“Forgive me, Frieren, I must intervene.”