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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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Enoki

The battle had been an utter disaster after the second wave of Runners appeared.

End had brought three hundred men to the village. Of that number, 250 had been elves in light armor and 50 had been his elite knights.

Less than half now remained.

Only 107 light-armored elves still stood, and while the knights had done considerably better, having only lost 32 of their number, that was still a major blow considering the smaller pool of knights they had to begin with.

End noted the Dryad standing amongst the survivors, continuing to scan the region.

An oppressive silence seemed to hang over everything. The elves knew how horribly they had done. How could they not, when the corpses of their friends and family lay at their feet?