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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

What Would Happen

Essenla clenched her teeth so hard they felt like they would crack, the pain almost too much to bear. Meanwhile, the goblin ran around in a panic like a chicken with its head cut off, completely unable to do anything.

"Put it out, put it out!" he screamed madly. "Don't let it spread!"

But spread it did.

Using Essenla and the mutant as the starting line, the flame caught on the tall grass around them and raced outward. Essenla's eyes widened in alarm when she realized that they were quickly making their way to Morne, and her legs strained as she tried to step forward.

After several seconds of pulling and tugging against the spores in her blood for control of her own body, she staggered forward as it all suddenly vanished. She ran face-first into the mutant's giant chest, and looked up through the fire to see it staring blankly forward.