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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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Battle of the Beasts, Part 4

Morne's mind worked as fast as his tongue, his thoughts entirely devoted to reading the Runner and commanding his undead appropriately.

As it had been before, such a thing was much easier said than done. The Runner acted and reacted at a speed that boggled the mind. His Sense could just barely keep up with it, and from seeing it to thinking of a response, to giving the command, Morne's rebuttals took upwards of two full seconds to see through.

That didn't sound like much, but when the two fighters could move as fast as these, Morne might as well have been trying to dodge lightning.

His undead weathered strike after strike, taking two to four for every one it managed to give, and if not for the fact that it didn't need organs besides the brain and didn't feel pain, it might have fallen minutes ago.