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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

Battle of the Beasts, Part 1

"Attack its good eye," Morne ordered.

His undead Runner growled and lashed out while the living one was still dazed from having its eye torn out, blinding it completely and sending excruciating pain through its nerves.

Whether the Runner's eyes could even see through this heavy black fog or not, Morne didn't know, but what he did know was that eyes were almost always one of the most vulnerable parts of any creature that had them.

"Rip out its throat," Morne said.

His undead obeyed flawlessly, becoming a blur as it ripped four bloody furrows into the Runner's throat, turning its screeches of pain into unintelligible gurgles as blood filled its lungs and mouth.

"Attack it until it's dead."