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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!"

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A Joke

Gram decided on behalf of the other goblins that they would fight.

But the outcome was apparent from the start.

Even with that odd pressure around Gram's spear that somehow allowed him to slice through the elves' armor like butter, and even with them outnumbering the elves two to one, they never stood a chance.

In less than half an hour, Morne lay on the ground, broken and bleeding, his halberd lost in the battle and his armor covered in a mismatched pattern of spear holes that oozed blood.

He panted heavily, bleary, pain-dulled eyes gazing up at the sky listlessly. He was one of the lucky few to survive the wholesale slaughter wrought by the elves, along with Gram, Essenla, and three other goblins.

His undead had been destroyed, his Chimh had been exhausted, and his limbs bled so much red that his white armor had been dyed completely crimson, and yet the elves had won.

From beginning to end, the elves had toyed with them.