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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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He Would Kill

Essenla frowned upon hearing these words.

"You think this has something to do with their Mother Tree?" she asked. "What even is it, anyway? I know they worship it or something, but not much else other than that."

"The Mother Tree is there," Gram said. He pointed his spear at a nearby tree, then moved his arm so it pointed at a different one. "And there. And there. It's the forest itself, Grommett. It covers the entire continent."

"Wait, wait, wait," Essenla stammered. "How can one tree be an entire forest?"

"It's simple, isn't it, Grommett?" Gram said, tapping his spear with his thumb. "The Mother Tree is like mushrooms, yes. An entire network of underground roots, with many offshoots. But only one is the source, Grommett. And that source is their God."

"So… all of this comes from one tree?" Essenla muttered, looking around at the village with wide eyes. "I've never heard of such a thing before."

"That must be why the goblins want it dead," Morne mused.