When Dacula woke up again, he found himself in a familiar and unfamiliar environment. Familiar because he had been here before, and strange because this place was no longer the sky he remembered. Here, this is the Anomalous Plane! I remember that not long ago, I saw the battle between that guy named Milak and that particularly powerful Holy Moth Sacrifice!

But...... How did you get here? The previous suicide plot is still vivid in Dacula's mind, and it doesn't have the dreamlike feeling of going back in time.

Don't...... Failed yourself? The thought popped into Dacula's mind, and he felt a shock in his back the moment the thought appeared......

Snow manling, snow mangling city, the night is already very deep.

"Ninety-Eight ......"

Merfito, or Mercer, slowly pulled the long sword out of the chest of the man in front of him. The deceased was an ordinary farmer, apparently killed with a single sword. Mercer relied on his excellent stealth skills to get close to the farmer's back, and stabbed him directly through the strange aura of the long sword in his hand.

What makes people feel terrifying is that after killing the farmer in front of him with a long sword made of ebony, not even a drop of blood broke out of the wound on the farmer's body!

"Ninety-Nine ......"

After a hasty response, Mercer came to the side of a drunk man who had just come out of the tavern. With a slight swing of the long sword in his hand, this guy's neck was directly cut in half. The blood mist produced by the severed artery had just appeared, but the black on the sword had absorbed them as if they had come to life.

"Who's there!" What Mercer didn't expect was that the drunkard was followed by his companions. After he had slashed the drunkard with a single sword, the tavern door opened again, and another figure stepped out of it, and by the light that came through the door, the man spotted Mercer!

But Mercer didn't panic, he didn't even think of running away.

"Tuk!"

The long sword in his hand was thrown out by him, and the man's body was nailed to the door fiercely......

"One Hundred ......"

In the tavern, the bard's singing voice is crisp. There was a new young bard, said to have just graduated from the bard's college. The Nord men around her frantically surrounded her like cats that smelled fishy, constantly secreting male hormones. No one noticed the slightest noise outside......

"Is it finally a hundred?"

Through the moonlight, Mercer could see a faint dark red luster on the long sword, which made this already strange sword even more bewitching, even if his eyes fell on it, he could even feel a pull, as if there was something attached to it that wanted to attract people's souls through his gaze.

In the afternoon, Mercer knew that he was free, that cat man, that cat man was actually dead! However, out of a promise to his life, Mercer decided to continue with what seemed inhumane.

Dracula may have guessed his fate at the time, so at the last moment, he had Mercer infiltrate the Snow Collar with a staff rose, hoping to give himself a chance to survive. Apparently, though, Dacula didn't wait for Mercer to complete the circle and ritual.

According to the cat man, he came to the Snow Manling and found the sword in a secret room. Even though half a day had passed, Mercer still remembered the voice at the door that had almost driven him crazy.

Demon God! It's a demon god again!

Mercer, who had been controlled by Noktunar before, certainly knew what this voice meant, and the only ones who could do this in Skyrim were those demon gods who played with human souls!

The voice was not far from what Dracula had told him, that the sword was a demonic artifact that required a hundred lives to completely break the seal.

What about after the seal is broken?

In the darkness, Mercer slowly groped his way to his foothold. It's a wilderness, not very far from the snowy city. Through the moonlight, you can see that a circular circle has been carved on the ground, and the lines in the circle make people feel dizzy just by looking at it.

"Next is ......," Mercer muttered to himself, removing the staff from his back and slowly inserting it into the middle of the circle.

The outline of this circle is very similar to the circle that Dacula summons demon warriors, but the only difference is that there are two bayonets in the center of this circle, which means that two things must be inserted in the center of the circle to activate. According to Dacula, one of them was the Rose Staff, and the other was the ebony sword that had been opened!

Mercer had just carved out such a circle in the same way, and he didn't even know what it was used for, let alone where Dacula got it.

"The ebony sword of the demon god will provide infinite energy ......"

The great thief, muttering softly, slowly drew the long sword behind his back, and was about to plunge into the groove in the circle. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his hands suddenly grasped the long sword behind his back, and stabbed directly behind him.

"Dang!" After a crisp thud, Mercer heard only the sound of landing behind him.

"Sure enough, you guy has already discovered me......" Joblin slowly walked out of the darkness, staring at Mercer in front of him.

"Hah...... Joblin, we're meeting again......" Mercer didn't have the slightest annoyance, and his already hideous face was now covered with a strange smile.

"Mercer......" Joblin opened his mouth to say something. But as soon as the words came out, an alarm rose in his heart, and he subconsciously jumped back.

At this time, he realized that Mercer, who had wanted to chat with him a second ago, had rushed over with a long sword held high. The strange black sword whistled in the air, and the deep light reflected under the moonlight even made Joblin feel like he was looking at a ghost.

At this point, Joblin didn't say much, and he directly raised his sword to meet him.

"Bang!"

Another staggered.

By the time the two separated again, Joblin's face had become extremely pale: "You...... How did you get so strong? ”

His tone was full of disbelief, if you look closely, you can find that Joblin's right hand holding a sword at this time is actually trembling faintly! Obviously, just now when the two of them were staggered, Joblin had already suffered a lot of losses!