F-ranker Sword Saint: My Soulbound Sword is Secretly SSS-tier!-Chapter 235: Seamless

’Damn it, don’t pause next time, then!’ cursed Caleb inwardly, snarling orders the next moment through the white ribbon.

"Aesyn, Thrad, Hark, Borz, Frisker, Alon, Karvan units, to the back! We’ll hold the pursuers off. The rest, help Onimaru and Sigrun break through! The spearhead will handle the level sixty elite. Party leaders, take the Condemned Centurions."

The other Damnedlings assigned to the breakthrough group already knew that their task was to handle the Forsaken Legionaries.

They are outnumbered at least two to one, but all they had to do was hold out.

Once the human Visitor duo had taken down the level sixty elite, their enemies, too, were bound to perish.

Only, the Damnedlings did not expect that they wouldn’t be outnumbered two to one at all.

The moment Daru and Elara heard the command to eliminate the level sixty Ashbound Praetor, a small smile graced their young faces, and they immediately began to make their way over to their enemy.

Their attitude towards combat truly made them the perfect spearheads...and like a perfect spearhead, they acted.

Daru assumed an L-stance, reaping the lives and limbs of the Forsaken Legionaries and heavily disrupting their wraithly formations before jumping and turning into an azure sword manifestation.

Sigrun glanced at him for a moment, then smirked slightly.

She wasn’t about to let herself be outdone.

Erupting into a burst of speed, she jumped at the peak of her momentum, then began rolling mid-air.

Her movements were quite similar to Daru’s Tornado Slash, with the only difference being that her jump was lower, but her forward momentum was significantly faster.

She then turned into a piercing, pristine white hurricane, mowing down everything in a straight line.

Her attack not only reaped more lives but also tore a hole through the enemy’s formation.

Elara landed gracefully on one knee on the other side, between the Condemned Centurions and the Ashbound Praetor.

She shot a glance Daru’s way, though the smug grin on her face froze almost instantly as her eyes fell upon the meteoring azure sword, crashing straight to the Ashbound Praetor and ripping the giant wraith’s entire left waist off.

Then, turning into a blur, Daru defied inertia, halting mid-way and slashing a huge, diagonal azure crescent, though the elite blocked this one.

Nonetheless, the Ashbound Praetor staggered back a few steps.

"My...how can such an S-tier Sword Skill be so potent, I wonder?" she muttered with a faint smile.

Elara concluded that what Daru just used was his innate Sword Skill.

"So much for not wanting to impress this princess, huh?"

Unfortunately, she didn’t have an answer to that, as her own innate sword skill merely allowed her to travel to and fro various underworld realms.

Her sword was a late bloomer like her, and until she obtained a Soul Avatar, she was willing to accept being outclassed.

She quickly stood up and rushed forward, joining Daru in fighting the towering, elite wraith.

Meanwhile, behind them, the breakthrough army crashed onto the disrupted wraithly ranks, taking advantage of the openings given to them by the spearhead duo.

The party leaders immediately sought out the Condemned Centurions, preventing them from taking the lives of the lower rankers.

Further behind, however, things were not so steady.

Despite Ascalon and Lesha’s efforts as the Damnedlings with the highest physical attributes, their lines were being pushed back.

The party leaders were doing more than decent, but the more uncertain wretches weren’t fighting so slickly.

Some suffered minor cuts while others had their limbs outright severed.

Egress hadn’t had casualties...yet, but their conditions were quickly turning for the worse.

There was a high chance they would live through this battle, which meant that gradually, they would recover hitpoints, and their severed limbs would slowly grow back.

But would they grow back fast enough?

Would they survive the next battle, and the battle after that, with whatever condition they ended up with in this one?

The mix of unholy whimpers and snarls of their abominable bodies and their comprehensible screams of agony through the white ribbon made Caleb’s heart grow ever heavier.

He wished that this skirmish would end quickly so he could send the injured back to the centre of the army to recover, leaving only those who could still fight properly in the rear and the front.

But how could such a pipe dream happen?

How could a level sixty elite be taken down in just a few dozen seconds?

They, the rear army, must continue to fight for at least a few minutes.

The hallway at least worked to their advantage, preventing the wraiths from utilizing their numerical advantage too much.

It was then, when Caleb had resolved himself and steeled his heart to fight a while longer and take whatever it was that would happen to his comrades, that Daru’s voice sounded.

"We’ve taken down the elite and will proceed to help the breakthrough army."

The SS-ranker froze for a moment.

’Already?!’

He definitely did not expect that the synergy of the younger bladeborns would be so good, given that their conversations were neutral, at best, but most of the time contentious and bickery.

Or were the two simply that strong?

Had he himself been so used to fighting without Sword Skills that he couldn’t gauge their true usefulness anymore?

That...is quite the alarming thought, but either way, Caleb was elated.

"Rear army, retreat to join the breakthrough army! Those wounded, to the centre of the formation!"

The shaken Damnedlings, not really used to such all-or-nothing operations, felt as though the grace of the gods finally touched their wretched selves.

Reprieve!

If there was something the Egress Army was good at, it was a seamless retreat, forged through numerous raid operations in the Cemetery of the Damned.

They fell back with enthusiasm, showcasing their mastery.

Before long, the breakthrough army had wiped out the guardians of the staircase, and the army was on the advance again.

One by one, they entered the wide staircases, and with every step they ascended, they caught a glimpse of their pursuers.

The Damnedlings paled and shuddered.