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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 · Fantasia
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Darker Than Night

Once the Runners had finished sizing up their future meals, they dashed forward madly, tongues hanging out of their mouths like dogs as their limbs contorted to make their four-legged gait work.

"Same as before?" Essenla asked End as the Runners approached. They had less than ten seconds before battle would erupt.

"Same as before," End confirmed.

He handed the light green dagger back to the elf he had taken it from and retrieved his spear, his shoulder sinking slightly with the weight of his responsibility before he straightened and shouted at his soldiers.

"Tire them out!" he ordered. "Then hem them in! Use your spears only to keep them at bay, not to attack!"

That was all he could manage to say before the Runners were upon them.

The mania that ensued was far greater than the first battle had been.