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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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Blinded

"About time!" She shouted at him, attempting to deflect another slash of the mutant's claws only for it to whizz past her shield and tear off chunks of her arm's armor. "Hurry up and come kill this thing!"

Another three minutes had passed, granting her another three increases to her speed, but with the mutant's breath distracting and confusing her senses, she might as well be fighting in the dark.

And as they always had, their spears bounced off the mutant's skin, leaving nary a scratch behind as it rampaged among them. A damaging Spell was the only way they could kill this thing, and Essenla didn't have any of those in her pocket besides the lackluster Candle Fire.

Morne stopped a few feet away from the encirclement, hearing the sounds of battle but unable to see it.

"Any day now!" Essenla called, bashing her shield into the mutant's face as it tried to lunge at her.