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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

Severity

Gram wasn't exaggerating.

Of the over one hundred goblins that had been sent, only fifty remained, and that number was steadily dwindling. On the other hand, of the thirty elven spearmen at the start of the battle, 23 still stood.

The elves this time around were just too disciplined, too prepared. Their spears slipped through the gaps in the goblins' armor more often than not, while the goblins were having difficulty adjusting to their armored opponents.

They were too short to aim for the elves' necks or faces, and anything they managed to do with their halberds short of completely cutting off limbs would vanish in moments as the leaves continued to fall from above.

Even when armed with halberds made for chopping, goblins still only had the strength of children as a baseline. These ones, who had trained for most of their lives, were above that, but they could never hope to match the raw strength of an adult elf.