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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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201 Chs

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The Runner's body trembled from head to toe, its child-like face contorting into a snarl no less fierce than Morne's as a deep unwillingness and fiery anger rose up within it.

Who was this man, to dare to frighten the Mycontae's chosen? Who was he, to make the Runner quiver so? Who was he, to yell and rage at the natural course of things?

The Mycontae's victory was assured. The elves' defeat was only a matter of time. No amount of childish tantrums or pathetic cries would stop the wave of death that would soon embrace the elves.

Who was this man, to defy them?

No one.

Rearing up on its back legs, its lips pulled back as it bared its teeth in a hissing snarl. In that moment, it looked less like a mutated freak and more like an emaciated, tall goblin, a reminder of its origins.