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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

Pink Mist

There were only two Dryads in this village. Just as much as the first they had destroyed, and just as much of a handful to deal with.

As Morne and Essenla tackled one, a squad of ten goblins had to work together to deal with the other, along with a squad of elven guards doing their utmost to protect the Illusion Mage.

But Morne didn't have the time to pay attention to that.

The Dryad he faced was a controller of plants, just like the long-haired Dryad in the first village, but instead of Spells that restrained and restricted, this one used thorny vines like whips and a pinkish, fragrant mist so sweet that it stung the eyes and nostrils and somewhat hid her figure from view.

Morne and his undead joined the battle while Essenla was on her back foot. Her sword couldn't reach the Dryad when she used those vines to keep Essenla at a distance of over ten feet, and the perfumes in the air made her eyes water and a sneeze try to form.