Maro was giving himself a therapy session, as they were eating breakfast and enjoying their breakfast beers.
Maybe Maro liked pain? I mean it's always fun… You are a warrior Maro… you never give up… next time he would outlast her… he wouldn't be nice anymore… I'm putting her into a fucking coma and the rest of the ladies as well.
Feeling better already, he stood up while the gnomes were drinking their beer. He grabbed his heavy ornate Dwarven Maul… it felt good… he would crush skulls with this.
Maro looked focused… he spit on the floor like Kadrin would.
"I'll be back with the Orc's head in a couple hours"
And he walked off to his certain death… Gnarlo thought
Maro was a stone throw away from the undead…
He grabbed his Maul and gripped it tight… Im gonna put them into a coma for a year, he thought
He cast [Consecrated Ground] on himself… the energy was extra strong this morning. The aura of undeath burned away from the ground, dozens of meters in each direction.
The undead horde of skeletons and zombies noticed
He used [Bloodrush], he was singularly focused now… Im gonna put them into a fucking coma, he repeated to himself.
His blood was pumping, holy energy was surging. The undead horde started marching his way.
He cast [Holy Judgement] on his maul, until it grew so bright you couldn't even make out the maul. Im going to fucking put them all into a coma. He thought again.
He then used [Warcry] "IM GOING TO FUCK THEM INTO A COMA"
The horde was running towards him as fast as undead could.
[Vanguard Charge]
Once he made contact with the crowd of undead, the maul unleashed the power of Holy Judgement and amplified it.
The Explosion of holy light spread 100 meters in diameter, immediately vaporizing all undead and purifying the ground and air of the long held aura of undeath.
He didn't wait, he charged his maul again and used vanguard charge over and over again.
He had turned off his notification system in the periphery a long time ago, but if he had it up. He would be blind with all the kill and experience notifications.
He made it to the temple steps… angry… really angry… killing undead didn't satiate his anger. He wanted to fuck all the ladies into a coma to get back at them… no mercy this time.
He blasted away undead Trolls with one hammer blow, consecrated ground heavily damaged the weaker undead and weakened the stronger ones.
There was a giant blob of corpses sewn together, waving heavy weapons around and emitting death. He Vanguard Charged into the middle of it and exploded it with holy energy.
Nothing was stopping him, nothing could stop him at this moment. Gnarlo and Jintha who were watching from the distance were scared of him… he was soloing a SSS rank mission by himself.
When reached the pinnacle of the Temple, the Orc Necromancer tried to do his evil monologue but Maro shut him by imbuing his weapon great maul with as much holy energy as he could muster.
The ancient Necromancer got serious at the sight of the holy magic and summoned two Bone Dragons… Immense monsters with a 50 meter wingspan… Gnarlo felt fear in his soul at the sight of them from far away, and the fear was replaced by greater fear when Maro exploded them with one hit each.
The Necromancer started casting horrible death spells, raising disgusting creatures of pure death and rot to attack him, even trying to bribe Maro with eternal life… but nothing worked.
The Necromancer actually ran out of mana, mana he had been gathering and storing for centuries.
He fell to his knees in exhaustion he hadn't felt since before he became a necromancer.
He looked at Maro charging his Maul and walking up to him. He tried to plead for his life… he was immortal… he couldn't actually die he thought… but he knew.
Maro slammed the Great Dwarven Maul down onto his head and into the floor of the temple, the largest holy explosion happened… cleansing the temple and centuries of undeath that originated from it.
Even the gnomes felt part of the holy energy go through them from their hiding spot so far away… They had very different reactions to it.
Gnarlo in absolute awe of the power and a complete sense of inspiration as he sprinted to catch Maro.
Jintha meanwhile… quivered with excitement and fear knowing how powerful his holy judgement could really get.
Maro calmed down a bit after the Holy energy pulsed away. Easy, he thought.
Now it's time to loot this ancient temple that hasn't been explored in almost a Millenia… fucking Gnarlo. He checked whatever was left of the Necromancer and rummaged through his robes…
All he found was a weird amulet with a large black gem that was emitting the nasty aura…Fuck curses… he poured holy energy into the amulet. The aura of undeath was erupting and sizzling as the holy energy cleansed it all out.
It went, clear and lightless for a second and then surged with a beautiful blue light… it felt like Holy magic. Glad Jintha was around, her magic could identify it… he pocketed it and headed inside the lower levels of the temple.
He quickly checked his stats as he walked, damn… I'm already a level 25 Paladin… no new abilities…