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Necromancer, new branch - I can enslave the living!

Follow Bardeelus' journey as he discovers the wonders of 'pure necromancy', one of the rarest types of magic out there. Some despise it, while some adore it, but ultimately, he was free or any demonic influences and was as pure as a mage could be! Though, training was a different story. lt wasn't easy to uncover the secrets of pure necromancy, as those secrets were locked in the 'old world' of magic. Ancient and cryptic languages were a must know, if any progress was to be made, and the tag-along dangers were ten times worse! Bardeelus' goals were greater than any threat, however, as he wanted to enslave the living, without killing them. Although this was almost unheard of across the dark arts of magic, it was possible! ~ For the sake of power, he'll find a way to do it. Besides... a greater threat awaited them, the clock was ticking. He had to be ready! ~

Enkamos · Fantasy
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172 Chs

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What just happened was insane. Yet, out of all the things which Bardeelus could say, he said something that didn't contribute to fixing the problem whatsoever. 

He saw Driola's bear butt-cheeks, arched a few inches out of the water, and mumbled. "Looks like I won't get married soon…"

Those words seemed out of context, but in his vocabulary, Bardeelus acknowledged his own flaws. It wasn't ideal to push pretty ladies towards monsters, especially with a penis!

Anyway, it would be dangerous to jump in the creek just to pull her out, because the presumed crocodile was close by, and it would chew them up in seconds. 

Instead, to prevent any possible damage, he focused on this new heartbeat, and launched an attack. Within a blink, he blew its heart up, and stopped most of the commotion in the water. 

The only one panicking was Driola, who took about five seconds to stand up. Her composure was dotted with rage, and she surely wanted to kick her friend on the nuts.