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Headed by a Snake

I woke up in this world with a System and a sword. Without hesitation, I chose to complete the princess’ quest with my weapons: Arrogance. Cunning. Pride. I will lead guild Sol Invictus. Denizens of the 7 hells, respect me. Servants of the 11 heavens, know fear. Guild Invictus, know the suffering of training so you can wrest victory from the jaws of those who dare doubt you. This is a story about a snake named Tycondrius waking up in a fantasy world of swords and sorcery. There is action, violence, unapologetic murder, and arrogant displays of power. There is an emphasis on combat growth as well as psychological growth on more than a few members of Guild Invictus. There is camaraderie and also the inevitable comedic dialogue amongst manly men. There are even elements of romance and Tycon running away from terrifying, powerful women. (Did you know most female snakes eat their partners after mating?) Give this book a read. I hope some of these stories can inspire you to fight your battles with analytical intelligence, heroic courage, and ruthless lethality. Work is completed as of 9May2024. There's also a few side-stories written in Chapter 1151! The Author is working on a new story called 'I Wish You Were Never Reborn.' After four or so years of writing, my skills have much improved. Highly recommend. Here is my discord: https://discord.gg/NNbAj7N Constructive criticism and corrections welcome. Other Authors extra-welcome. You can find a list of characters at https://snek.fandom.com/wiki/Character_List Cover image credit: Johnabrash at Fiverr

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Necromancer’s Identity

The mana-projectile flew through Tycondrius' opponent, leaving the piss-lizard completely unharmed. 

But why?

It flew toward the crowd. 

It dispersed into several unique ghostly forms. Those banshees then joined their sisters from the first attack, preying upon the lizard-army regulars. 

Ah.

That was why. 

One particular banshee seemed to be wearing a full set of plate armor, slightly translucent as to fit her 'spooky' aesthetic. She wielded a red, flaming sword, reminiscent of one of Starfury's weapons of choice. 

Natalya's terrifying wrath, given form. 

Tycon was glad that he spent time to position himself properly. His body was behind him, far away from that existence. 

"STOP THIS!" Grunnar demanded, "CEASE THY VILLAINY, AT ONCE!!"

Tycon held his sword arm out, charging a third Frozen Heart attack. 

He considered saying something witty. 

...but he decided the notion of verbal dialogue to be rather droll.