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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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Truthfully, Essenla's plan wasn't that crazy. It might have been because Morne had done far more desperate and insane things in his past, or just because Morne himself was crazy, but it sounded solid.

Morne and Essenla raised their spears and started toward the closest of the four encirclements.

The short time they had spent planning was enough for two of the Runners to break free of their prisons and jump into the main group of elves, while the remaining two mutants were close to doing the same.

  Morne and Essenla joined the first encirclement just as the Runner within broke free, scrabbling onto and over the shoulders of an elf and ripping the poor bastard's head off as it jumped away.

Morne stepped to the side, placing himself in its trajectory, and thrust his spear forward. He'd love to see the mutant shrug this off.