For once, I didn't take to the field, standing up high in the air while the War Wagons shot their canister rounds into masses of Zombies or Ghouls, the riflemen shot their guns and the spears held the flanks against undead wolves.

Well, I did shoot my bow when someone was in danger of getting eaten, and casted wide-range buffs on the troops to increase their strength, vitality and morale, but Jet the Dragon did most of the melee today.

Half-way into the fight, Jet figured a new spell made of 3 metal balls that spun around him in a deadly circle, crushing undead into paste and bones.

"Make more balls, Jet!" I urged the Dragon, as I figured this could be a decent war spell.

"Take my balls!" the Imperial Dragon shouted, and now he had 9 balls spinning around.

Excellent! I laughed as I descended into his whirlwind of metal balls and blocked one with my hand. Almost 5 percent of my strength! Amazing really.

Still laughing in a fit of giddy giggles, I took out my club and struck the flying ball for a home run. The metal ball bounced through hundreds of zombies and scattered them bowling pins. When I launched the ninth ball into a pack of Ghouls I looked around and found the battle was over.

"This was so much fun!" I congratulated the Imperial Dragon.

"Indeed! I thought war a dour business, but I'm getting to like it now. Let's go fight more undead!" Jet exclaimed in a fit of bravery.

Hah. Well, you asked for it, silly Dragon!

"Army of the East, we have won a great victory for the Empire. Don't shame it with dishonorable conduct now. Or the Imperial Dragon will roast you a little..." I shouted as I flew into the air.

"Sigmar!" "For the Empire!" yells resounded over the battlefield, as Jet joined me in flight towards Castle Templehof.

Couldn't let the Vampire Counts prepare a giant army of Vargheists or other abominations to strike my army in the flank.

Even that small coven of Vampires in Wartenhof could produce 20 Vargheists. Templehof was a far larger and richer city, lead by a Van Carstein Count.

Jet struggled to keep up with me, until he spelled out another magic wonder. "Accelerate Time?" I asked as his wings blurred twice as fast now.

"I call it Twice Speed, but keeping up with you is still too hard" the Dragon groaned as I sped up again.

"Try harder. A dozen settings again!" I yelled and kept moving away, only for the Dragon to bullshit his way once more.

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Thrice Speed. Fourth. Fifth. By the time we reached my target, he was already at Ninth Speed and glowing with Magic Winds. Mach 9 wasn't bad at all for a living being.

I kinda wanted to learn this spell too. Mach 30 was nice, but Mach 60 would be even better.

When the Castle appeared on the horizon, I sped up to maximum and crashed into the Castle like a missile, the Unbreakable out in front to clear the way.

"Rejoice, dead people! For I am here to provide release from undeath!" I shouted as the Castle exploded in my wake.

As I circled back, only three Vampires Lords emerged from the ruins, a dead lady with a crown on her head, and two ugly men covered in Dark Shields.

"Damn you, Warden of the East! You ruined my life's work!" the woman shouted just as I touched my Fang of Taal.

Magic failed over the entire Castle, and for 15 seconds I was a small god among fragile mortals. First, blow up the mages. Always dangerous, even to someone like me.

Then stab the Vampire Countess in the heart, and cut off her head.

Victory! It never felt easier.

Which is when the ruins exploded outwards, and a giant Zombie Dragon howled out for blood. My blood.

A jet of corrosive gas almost hit me, but I was pretty fast too.

I flew back, and flicked a few coins at the atrocity, but even my plasmaballs didn't do much. The entire thing was infused with Dhur, while his corpse aura would likely melt my clothes and armor to rot.

I grit my teeth and held my Unbreakable club tight. Can't let this thing escape. I can buy new clothes.

Just then, my Imperial Dragon flashed by at hyperspeed, his claws covered in molten metal as he smashed right into the undead Dragon.

"Mine!" Jet growled as his claws dug into the Zombie Dragon with remarkable ease. Chamon Magic now. And extremely strong. Might even damage me as well.

I took a deep breath and flew a bit higher. No. Metal magic was strong, but it was not Ghur. This was Jet's final fear aura.

I also understood how he made it. He took his own fear and turned outwards. For such a coward, the Imperial Dragon was quite the brave one.

I bound the club to my hip and took out the Amber Bow from my back. Then I focused, and released my Arrow of Time, piercing through the undead Dragon's heart and then returning to my hand. Martak was right. Ghur can pierce anything.

Jet barely noticed, caught in an animalistic frenzy, but the Zombie Dragon had already died. By the time they landed on the ground, Jet had dismembered the dead Dragon and began both spitting out jets of flame and pulsing with bright light to cleanse the corruption of his fallen relative.

The whole Templehof Castle lit up from his spell, as the Dragon cycled through a dozen settings commensurate to his grief. The skies above cleared from the murky clouds of Vampiric corruption, while dead souls rose into Heaven on magic winds.

My heart felt release too, as I touched the light of Hysh with my own magic. Cleanse. I finally did it!

I added my own spell to the far stronger hurricane of magic winds circling around Jet. While I wasn't as strong, my reach was far wider and still expanding the more the Dragon drew on the Wind of Magic. I could sense the town of Templehof a few miles away, and sense the corruption getting cleansed as well.

And deep underground, more corruption and warpstone resisting with evil stubbornness.

I dove into the ruins and dug them out, until I found a giant pit of death, thousands of dead people tortured in cruel devices, as well as other dead Vampires, Vargheists and Ghouls, and large boulders of warpstone inside vats of blood.

"Burn it all, Jet Goldenweave." I asked my Dragon with a sad voice.

Jet just howled, then turned his flames on the death pit, and set it to flames so hot that stone began to melt.

Looking at the clear sky above, and the setting sun, I knew that things have truly changed now. The entire world must have felt this spell.