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Heretic Mage: Rise of the Dark God’s Necromancer

Death. Servitude. Submission. That was all Morne had known for the past eight years. Everything he had known and loved had been taken from him, and it was his fate to be a slave, passed around from master to master like a disgusting disease no one wanted but everyone received. Soon after, a demon with a tantalizing promise appeared. "I’m here to Anoint you," the demon whispered. "My lord, Jiklok, has deemed you a mortal worth keeping an eye on. And I have another offer as well." The demon offered Morne a path to the power he had lacked in life, a way to seize his own destiny. Necromancy. The things he asked for in exchange seemed... small in comparison. Using his newfound necromantic powers, Morne would inflict on those who did him wrong all he had suffered and more. Those who had destroyed his village would be slaughtered beneath waves of undead, those masters who had sold and traded him like cheap wares would be forever bound to Morne's service, just as they had bound him. He would be his own master. Death. Servitude. Submission. ...... No MC harems are to be found here. If you need that kind of stuff in a story, you won't like this. Currently dropped. If you like this book, consider checking out my other ongoing book. It's called "Crown of Nightmares: Banished to Hell For My Bloodline!"

Lolbroman25 · Fantasy
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201 Chs

A Tide of Undeath

"Human magic is quite impressive, Grommett," Gram mused as he observed the elf undergoing various minor tasks to test its ability to move and follow orders. "It makes me wish I had one of these 'Towers,' yes."

"This doesn't creep you out?" Essenla asked the goblin. "He's created a meat puppet out of a once-living person."

Gram snorted. "She doesn't know what we've seen, Grommett. This is nothing."

Essenla hummed in dissatisfaction, remembering what Grensky and Gregen had done to the elf village they had taken this corpse from, along with the many tales she'd heard of goblins eating people.

He was right. Something like this shouldn't faze him. And it shouldn't faze her, either.

But it still felt wrong.

"Are you going to do this with the other elf we brought back, human?" Gram asked Morne.

"I can try," he replied. "But with the way we killed him, it might not work."