The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1309 A red-haired young man is reflected in Raon's red eyes. He was wearing an old robe that looked like torn sackcloth sewn together multiple times, holding a sword like a cane and supporting himself on the ground, and a man with both eyes covered by a black eyepatch was approaching with his lips curled up. "Darkan...?" Dark Night Sword God Darkan. The former lord of the Holy Sword Alliance and the insane swordsman who cut out his own eyes to catch up to the Destructive King of the North Glenn Zieghart was standing atop Mount Melvin. "Why are you here?" Raon looked at Darkan with trembling eyes. He had said he was leaving to organize the insights he had gained in Zieghart, so Raon had thought he would be in some cave, but he had never imagined they would meet on this Mount Melvin, where divine power flowed. -Huh? Could that be that crazy bastard? Wrath also seemed to recognize Darkan as he opened his mouth wide in a circle. -Right? The madman who plucked out his own eyes and even acted like a beggar! He let out an empty breath while accurately remembering the things Darkan had done. 'That's right.' Raon let out a short sigh and nodded his head. 'Why here of all places.' Darkan is a human who shows actions that can only be described as insane, just as Wrath said. Honestly, it was not an exaggeration to say it was the worst situation because he was so uncontrollable that Raon would rather fight other enemies than meet Darkan. 'He's gotten stronger. No, has he gotten... stronger?' Raon narrowed his eyes as thin as thread while looking at Darkan. 'I can't sense Darkan's presence well.' Even though Darkan was clearly in front of him, his presence couldn't be properly detected. Like looking at midsummer heat haze or a desert mirage, it was blurry and dizzying, so he couldn't properly feel whether Darkan had become stronger. -This king feels the same. Wrath looked down at Darkan with furrowed eyes. -That Sword Fanatic's presence can't be properly detected. He shook his chin, saying his feeling was also blurred, causing late detection. "So it is you after all." Darkan drew a refreshing smile as if he had expected this. "Raon Zieghart." Even without both eyes, he recognized Raon at once and nodded his head. "You've grown remarkably. Right now..." Darkan trembled the sword hilt he was holding like a cane and lifted his chin. "To the point where I want to break your sword." He smacked his lips long as if he had also sensed that Raon had grown. "I'll decline for now." Raon firmly waved his hand. "I don't want to fight here." Darkan's personality is eccentric. If he gave a detailed explanation for no reason, he might get excited and smash everything including the temple, so it was better to leave him alone. "Here..." Darkan turned his head toward Raon's back and smacked his lips. "It seems the stench from below the mountain flowed down from right here." He wiggled his fingers while looking at the dimension opened by the sword as if his two eyes could actually see. "You came up knowing that?" Raon let out a hollow laugh while looking at Darkan. He couldn't understand how Darkan had sensed the divine power that even he and Wrath had barely noticed. "Didn't I tell you before?" Darkan smiled broadly and pointed at the black eyepatch with his finger. "After my eyes disappeared, I became able to feel this world more meticulously. I also know that what cut the dimension behind you was a sword without aura. Though it seems you mixed in some special ability." He nodded, saying he could feel everything even without seeing. "That's ridiculous." Raon slightly narrowed the bridge of his nose while looking at the leisurely Darkan. 'Is that even possible?' He could notice that it was himself who cut through space, but he didn't expect him to feel that he used a trait without using aura. That was a different ability from Dorian's Mind's Eye. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was a special sixth sense that Darkan had developed himself. "Raon Zieghart. Your sword and aura are undoubtedly clean. To the point where even Glenn Zieghart would have difficulty catching up. On the other hand, the aura behind you is damp and gloomy. It pretends to be clean and noble, but it reeks of the gutter." Darkan frowned, saying that the divine power that most humans feel as sacred stinks. He waved his hands frantically as if he truly disliked the smell of divine power. "Phew." Raon sighed and placed his hand on his waist. 'If he says that much, I can't deceive him.' Darkan is only obsessed with swords, but he's not a fool. Rather, he was the leader who perfectly controlled the massive force called the Holy Sword Alliance, so there was a high possibility that he had already finished grasping the situation. -That bastard is that smart? Wrath tilted his head as if that didn't seem right at all. -In this king's view, there's no fool like him! He smacked his lips, saying Darkan was the biggest fool among strong people. 'That's absolutely not true.' Raon shook his head, saying he would get his nose hurt if he thought like that. 'Watch carefully.' After telling Wrath to watch and judge for himself, he looked at Darkan again. "Darkan. Don't move from there." After Raon caught his breath briefly, he raised his hand. "If you use aura to enter this dimension..." "You mean traces will remain." Darkan nodded calmly as if he had expected this. "If that wasn't the case, your aura would be dwelling in that sword mark." He chuckled as if he knew everything because it was an obvious situation. "Good. You wouldn't be interested in Archangels anyway." Raon ruffled his own hair and nodded his head. "This space is said to be a temple that the Archangels built to maintain their power on earth. I came to grasp the situation first before the last Archangel visits this place." He honestly stated the reason for climbing Mount Melvin and lowered his sword. "So..." Darkan clenched and unclenched his hands excitedly and curled up his lips. "Hmm..." Raon swallowed dry saliva while watching Darkan breathing rapidly. Not knowing how he would move, he gripped Heavenly Drive more tightly with tension. However, Darkan's question was completely beyond his expectations. "Has Glenn Zieghart gotten much stronger?" Darkan immediately brought up Glenn's name as if he had no particular interest in Archangels. "Ha..." Raon let out a hollow laugh while looking at Darkan. As soon as he heard his question, his tension completely relaxed. "Why are you laughing? Don't tell me something happened to Glenn?" Darkan bent his upper body forward as if he was still only interested in Glenn. "No. He's very healthy." Raon drew a faint smile and waved his hand. "He's still in secluded cultivation. You won't be disappointed when you meet him again." He nodded, saying he would be able to meet Glenn much stronger than Darkan had imagined. "Kahahahahaha!" Darkan placed his hand on his broad forehead and burst into loud laughter. Even though he didn't use aura, it seemed like all of Mount Melvin was echoing. "Of course it would be so! That guy is a man who never disappoints!" He smacked his lips, saying he was looking forward to the day he would meet and fight Glenn again. "However, before that..." Darkan smacked his lips again and took another step closer to Raon. "I want to taste how much your sword that has reached the absolute has grown." He moved the sword he was holding like a cane to his waist, saying he wanted to fight Raon right now. "Fine." Raon nodded calmly. 'I knew it would turn out this way anyway.' Darkan is a human obsessed with swordsmanship. It was naturally expected that such a Sword Fanatic wouldn't stay still after seeing his growth. "But not now." Raon raised his hand toward Darkan who was about to draw his sword. "If you attack me now, no matter what you do, I will absolutely not draw my sword." He frowned while saying he would disappear from this place immediately. "Hmm..." Darkan nodded his chin as if telling him to continue. "As I said, I came here now to investigate the Archangel's temple. After finishing the investigation and going down, I'll face you as you wish." Raon lowered his hand while telling him to wait. "Grrrr." Darkan made a groaning sound while holding his head as if he didn't want to wait. "Fine! But I won't wait very long." He lowered his sword like a cane again, saying he would wait because he owed him a debt. -He's really a sword-crazy bastard. Wrath shuddered his shoulders, saying he still got goosebumps even looking at Darkan again. 'That's right.' Raon sighed and turned his back again. 'I hope he won't interfere even if he doesn't help.' He looked at the temple, hoping Darkan would stay still. Fortunately, no one's presence could be felt in this space. It seemed like no one was there. 'I should look inside first.' Raon stood in front of a huge white door to enter the temple. Various angels were engraved on the door, and it seemed like Raphael and Sariel, whom he had cut down, were also there. "This is the Archangel's temple?" Darkan, who had been outside the dimension, had somehow approached behind him. "Darkan!" "Don't worry. I didn't use presence or aura." Darkan waved his hand, saying he hadn't created any problems. Indeed, looking at him, he had used no aura and left no traces. "Rather, the dangerous one was you." He raised his finger and pointed at the temple door. "It's better not to touch this door. If you put your hand on the door, that person's traces will inevitably remain." Darkan curled up the corners of his mouth while looking at the door carved with various angels. "How do you know that?" Raon frowned while looking at Darkan. "Didn't I tell you? Without eyes, you can see many more things." Darkan chuckled, saying someone with two eyes would never be able to see such things in their lifetime. "Hmm..." Raon frowned again while looking at the temple door. "Fine. It's better to finish quickly, so I'll help." Darkan spread his hands in front of the door, telling him to trust him. When he slightly twisted his grip, the temple door began to slowly open as if pushed with all his might. Rumble rumble rumble rumble! The massive twin doors of the temple that seemed to reach the sky opened, and a subtle golden light began to bloom from within. 'Now I can see.' Raon looked at the interior of the temple without closing his eyes even in the golden radiance. 'How the Archangels gain the power to violate the Law of Causality.' He placed his hand on Heavenly Drive, vowing to destroy that method so Uriel couldn't use his true power. "Huh...?" However, that determination became meaningless as the temple's light subsided and nothing emerged. It was completely empty like an already abandoned building, and the divine power flowing inside was also weak. "What is this?" Raon swallowed dry saliva. 'Don't tell me they hid something else inside this?' Like how the temple was hidden in a dimension, it seemed like he would have to treasure hunt inside the temple too, giving him a headache. 'Making things troublesome...' It was when Raon was frowning and sighing. "What's this?" Darkan grabbed something from behind a temple pillar and dragged it out. "What a strange-looking fellow." What he had grabbed with his fingers and dragged out was red cotton candy that looked similar to Wrath. [Let go!] The red cotton candy ground its teeth while looking at Raon and Darkan. [What dirty human dares to touch who! I am...] The cotton candy screamed while exalting itself, just like a certain someone. [Archangel Azazel!]