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Lord Of The Dead

Lucius, a sickly orphan, dies after the world was plunged into World War 3, and suddenly finds himself in the Middle Ages—summoned by the Heresy Cult as Lord Mors, the embodiment of death. In this Dark Age, humanity has not yet advanced in technology, but he soon discovers the strange and supernatural realities that were never recorded in history. Worst of all, as the new leader of the Heresy Cult, he must now become the enemy of the world and lead mankind out of the current era of chaos. This leads him down the path of atrocities and abominations… marking his grim existence as the Lord Of The Dead. Tags: Transmigration. Reincarnation. Historical Fantasy. Action. Adventure. Magic. Villain. WeaktoStrong. Overpowered. Romance. Dark. Superpowers. KingdomBuilding.

Magecrafter · Fantasy
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131 Chs

Dying

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!~

The tremors from the battle above reverberated through the dungeon's walls, causing dust and loose stones to fall from the ceiling. 

Luca, wiping blood from a fresh cut across his cheek, turned his attention upward. 

"It's him," he said, his voice laced with certainty. "Lord Mors is on the move."

"Those fools won't stand a chance against him," Grimm added with a low chuckle, his voice rasping with dark amusement.

Lili placed her palm against the trembling wall, a faint glow of magic emanating from her fingertips as she stabilized her footing. 

"We can't waste time here," she said firmly. "Let's head to the surface and assist our Lord."

Luca, stepping forward with a smirk, motioned toward the staircase leading out of the dungeon. 

"Follow me," he said. "Lord Mors' command is absolute. We'll carve through anyone in our way."

The Heretic Vassals moved swiftly, their determination etched onto their faces.