My hand grabbed and crushed the Vampire's ring hand, holding him in place as my club crashed into his right knee, producing a sickening crunch noise.

"An Emperor you say? That only feeds on humans?!" I asked rhetorically, as my club raised again to smack the Count in the shoulder before he could hit me with a black sword.

"Fool!" he growled, not really discouraged by the pain. The Vampire had died a few times before, and was probably hoping to do so again.

"Let's see then. Sedition, treason, armed rebellion at the first glance. Then Necromancy and using warpstone to fuel your magic. How do you plead, Elector Count?" I continued my public interrogation, while my club blew up his other knee.

"Why would I care for those stupid mortal laws?" Vlad countered in a disgusted tone.

"Exactly! The Empire of Man is a construct of laws. What would Sigmar say, if he saw you right now? Good job, my dear Count?" I wondered in a mocking voice, while hanging my club and grabbing the Vampire by the spine.

Vlad von Carstein recoiled at my words, his red eyes glaring inward for a second. "Sigmar..." he muttered in a daze.

"I can tell you what Sigmar will say..." I whispered in his ear, while my Arrow of Time stabbed the Vampire Count in his heart.

"...but why spoil the surprise. You're about to hear his words soon. Farewell, Elector-Count!" I continued while slipping his immortality ring on my own finger.

"...." whatever words the Vampire tried to say crumbled into dust along with his body.

I picked a black pendant from the air, before it fell among the rest of armor and weapons that piled at my feet.

*Congratulations

-You have obtained the Carstein Immortality Ring. Upon Death the wearer will return to life at sundown.

-You have obtained a Lichbone Pendant. Grants 30% resistance to spells and magic weapons.

-Your Warden of the East rank now covers Sylvania as well, granting +5 corruption reduction and +5 control per year.

I stared for a second at the game menu, then sighed inward.

Bombs from our cannons fell among the shambling zombies, blowing up thousands more, but this time there was no Necromancer around to reform them.

I grabbed the loot and flew to the back line, and began aiding with the supplies, unloading carts of ammo at hyperspeed.

The giant undead army will take a long time to be vanquished, and more ammo will help. The Dragon was still channeling his cleansing funnel, making the dark clouds spin around the horizon like hurricane. At least the sky was clear now.

Some time later, I felt Emma sneak back and then uncloak beside me, while I lazed around with my Wild Guard scouts and hunters.

"Lord Warden, Castle Drakenhof is still warded and protected, at least four maybe five high ranked Vampires or Dark Wizards." she reported and sat down tired, her mana almost spent from using too much Grey Magic.

I nodded and stood up. Our mages were all tired and low of mana, while the gunners were starting to miss even easy shots due to prolonged combat, as holding 5 kilos of rifle up wasn't easy for a normal human, especially after a few hours.

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"Spears, take the front for an hour!" I ordered in a clear voice, while pointing at my snipers to flank and help a little while the gunners rested.

'I'll go out as well' Jet send to my mind, as he leaped over the front lines and started his disco ball spell that spun metal balls around like a constant cannon ball barrage. His claws blurred as well, slamming through a dozen zombies and skeletons at once.

I stretched my shoulders and picked up the Unbreakable. "I'll go after the big monsters now." I explained politely, and my hunters just nodded gravely.

I chose the most direct route, crushing through the middle of the undead army, and leaving only clouds of blood and bone dust in my wake. Then I kicked the largest Varugulf I ever seen in the chin, and while his head evaporated I began smacking the Death Guard and other mutated monsters into blood paint.

Damn stupid Vampires! They had so many advantages, they could have laid waste to Orcs or Skaven with ease, but no. Why not go after humanity?

Oh well. I was here to encourage a perspective change for those who would attack the Empire, and later the humanity in general.

'Speak softly and carry a big stick, you'll go far...' a smart President said once. My stick should be big enough, right?

"What do you say, is my stick big enough?" I asked curious, in a soft voice, as a whole pack of Vargulfs rushed towards me howling for blood.

What would take an army to bring down, took me a dozen swipes with my big runic club. Best idea I ever had, this club.

Quite the way to bring out the caveman hidden inside me.

Smack, smack. Eventually Jet made his way to the back of the undead army too, and fired his jets of dragonfire over the piles of crushed meat and bone that had risen a few stories high.

'Good job, Jet!' I praised the Imperial Dragon, who had a thousand arrows and dozens of spears stuck into his runic armor, plus several gashes and cuts into his wings.

In comparison, the armor that Dorin the Runesmith made for me was covered in blood and acid, but not a single weapon had touched it.

I felt more like stomping ants and getting splashed with their insides.

'I am getting tired, Warden. Why are so many undead here?' Jet asked with an exhausted tone.

Why not? The dead outnumbered the living at least 100 to 1, plus numerous manufactured and mutated monsters.

A charge of Black Knights got splattered by Jet's metal balls, but the fallen Knights just stood back up, and charged again, until they met my club and vanished into bone dust.

'Go back and heal, Jet. I can do this all day. For a million years.' I advised the poor Dragon who seemed on his last legs.

'Damn monster...' the Dragon muttered with a sad voice, and began walking back towards our lines, leaving broken bones and a trail of blood after him.

Bombs fell all around me, and even on top of me, but I just ignored them. They barely scraped the blood and acid away from my armor, not that it would last. There were plenty undead to destroy, and I didn't want the battle to last after sundown.

Darkness would only favor the dead, even if firewalls and light spells could still provide some combat ability for the army, it would not be full effectiveness.

After smashing the nine regiments of Death Guards, I chased the flying Vargheists before they landed among our cannons, filling the air above the army with a blood rain left by exploding mutated Vampires. Not ideal, but war never is.

'I'll try to Cleanse the army before they get corrupted...' Jet spoke in my mind as I returned to push back the front lines of undead, then changed course and started helping the cavalry before they got overrun by zombie wolves and howling ghouls.

Perhaps a bit too late. I could see at least two dozen dead cavalrymen, and more wounded horses limping away towards the forest.

'Monstrous Regiment, Ox Stands, Hunter's Moons, and Cure Wounds spells recovered the cavalry to a semblance of cohesion and combat power.

Thus I decided to chance it, and cast Taal's Fury onto the cavalry. It was a bit much, as my men became berserk and ripped the poor dire wolves to shreds, before changing direction and closing with the remaining zombies and ghouls, and gored them as well.

The horses were even worse, biting and kicking like wild beasts, their eyes filled with bestial fury. Horses should eat grass or hay...not zombie heads.

I might have overdone it a little.