Bellica: Horseman of War and Justice.

A Horseman Intervention

"To King Bifur of the Iron Mountain, ever since we suddenly communicated with everyone in the kingdom, we have received reports from other strongholds and surviving people. And we have unfortunately gotten troubling news. Strongholds Forge, Archive of the Forefathers, and the Brewery have fallen. The Black Hand killed or captured the people behind the walls.

King Bifur, we must muster up our forces and plan with the remaining strongholds to fight back. And if this 'Horseman of War and Justice' is said to be real by the Prince of Discere, the one who caused the quake and even the reason we have communication. Then I don't mind having them in our forces.

We need all hands to retake this kingdom."

Sophie Lyra, A-Rank Raid Commander

June 28th, Year 1867, 12A.M

Far From the Castle

The galloping on stony ground, the roar of a horse in rage, the scream of fear and death, a blade made out of red crimson plasma cutting through steel and flesh, arrows, bullets and bladed weapons bounce off from the shield of blue light covering the Horseman were the sounds as he executes the sinners. The Horseman on top of his steed rides through the army, crushing them or slicing with his poleaxe as they try to fight back.

While in his extermination of the damns, the Horseman thought about the situation he was in. In his lifetime, he saw galaxies explode in colourfully light and lives begin on newborn planets, civilisations rising to the stars or falling into destruction, wars battle in the dark space with mighty destructive ships, strange yet amazing species each having their own cultures and religions. He never expected to be in a world of fantasy. A world of fantasy and magic from those stories or TV shows he saw from Earth in the 22nd century.

However, that shouldn't be possible, as Earth, God's world, is the only world to have magic and cryptic creatures hiding in the dark. Not as many exist as before, and the populace believes they are fictional. Those who know about the dark secrets of their world hide the supernatural from people and become protectors. He even has a cousin who was an angel and friends with two brothers who hunt the supernatural.

The Horseman studied the green humanoid creatures in black armour attacking him with primitive yet effective weapons as they hit his energy shield, able to get his shield down to 94% which he was impressed with. In front of him, he sees a horde of small pointing ears creatures with an ugly face, long noses, crooked fangs, claws and a lustful desire called goblin as they charge blindly at him with crude weapons. The Horseman turned his steed for him to rear his poleaxe at them then swiftly swung it, cutting them in half.

Watching their bodies fall in two pieces, feeling satisfied with killing these disgusting creatures as he sees what they can do, especially to women as he knows this from the memories of the orc general he absorbed.

Then he heard someone yelling an order and then the sound of arrows being shot as he casually looked up. He saw dozens of arrows flying toward him and he did a scan in a second. Thanks to his high-tech eyes he developed from knowledge of advanced civilisation technology. The Horseman scanned with scrutiny at the arrows and noticed that on the tips, there was a strange energy signature.

But before the arrows hit him and his steed, a black cloud he called Warsteel, started to pour out from gaps in his armour and all slithering in front of him to form a floating black wall. Warsteel is the strongest material, even strong as both angelic and demonic. The Horseman is the only one who can make it by converting minerals or organic matter into more Warsteel which can be used for weapons, armour and creating an army. All creations that use power, like plasma guns, plasma blades, energy shields, and units, are filled by a small piece of power, just a small amount. An infinite power source that is more powerful than ten nuclear power.