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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

Ghostly

Although he couldn't see it, seeing as it was above him and he was looking straight ahead, he knew that strange blot was growing closer by the second by virtue of the whistling noise it made.

When the whistling grew to a certain point, he whirled around and pointed a finger in the direction of the noise, expending the Chimh needed for an Apprentice-Grade Spell.

"Splinter shot!"

A blob of dark energy flew through the air, but Morne had already turned back around before it connected, running for the barracks where he could find armor and a weapon.

The awaited screams of pain never arrived, however, and the whistling only grew louder and louder.

His jaw setting with determination, he spurred himself on as fast as his bulk could move.

The tree was in sight, and the distance between him and it shrank with every step, but when he was only a few feet away, a shock of concussive force slammed into his back, knocking him onto his stomach.