HBWnovel Chapter 90: Horseman Of War
Chapter 90: Horseman Of War
Adams leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he spoke with deliberate authority. "Now that you've accepted to become one of my Horsemen, I will grant you the powers of the Horseman of War."
With a casual snap of his fingers, a crimson aura erupted around Hera, swirling like a violent storm. The aura wrapped around her body, seeping into her very core as if rewriting her essence. Hera gasped, her eyes widening as the sheer power surged through her, igniting every nerve in her body with overwhelming force.
She staggered for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. The red aura pulsed and flared, lifting her off the ground as it infused her with raw, unbridled power. Her hair whipped around her face, now streaked with vibrant hues of red and gold, shimmering with a warlike brilliance.
Her once weary and battle-worn form transformed—her muscles becoming denser, her skin glowing with an ethereal sheen. A warrior reborn.
Her hands clenched into fists as the transformation reached its peak, her body radiating an overwhelming, almost terrifying, aura of violence and destruction. Hera's eyes blazed with a newfound intensity, glowing a brilliant crimson. She could feel it now—the power of the Horseman of War.
Every fiber of her being hummed with the might of conflict, the essence of battle itself coursing through her veins.
Adams watched, his gaze calm and calculating as Hera completed her transformation. A small, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. He could see the change—not just in her physical appearance but in the very nature of her soul.
As the aura dissipated, Hera floated gently back to the ground. Her breathing was steady, her posture tall and commanding. She looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers as if testing her newfound strength. The power that surged through her was like nothing she had ever felt before—it was beyond anything she could have imagined.
Adams gazed at her with a knowing expression, his eyes glowing slightly as her stats appeared before him, visible only to him.
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**Name:** Hera
**Race:** Nephilim (Ascended)
**Title:** Horseman of War, Former Commandment of Wrath
**Realm:** Primordial God-King (Sealed to Astral Emperor)
**Bloodline:** Celestial Warbringer (Mutated)
**Physique:** Titan of Battle Physique (Mythic-Grade)
**Magic Root:** Infinite Chaos Root
**Elemental Affinities:** War, Fire, Blood, Destruction, Chaos
**Law/Daos:** Law of War, Dao of Wrath, Law of Destruction
**Domain:** Battlefield Eternal (Sealed)
**Weapon Intents:** Supreme Spear Intent, Blade Intent
**Mana Cultivation Method:** Infinite War Genesis
**Mana:** Boundless (Sealed to God-Level)
Its hooves left smoldering imprints on the ground as it stepped forward, its head bowing toward Hera in acknowledgment of its new master.
Hera, her expression now a mixture of awe and cold determination, reached out to the creature. Her hand rested against its fiery mane, feeling the raw power that pulsed beneath its skin. The horse snorted, its fiery breath washing over her face, but there was no fear in Hera's eyes—only understanding.
This creature was a manifestation of her new nature, born from the essence of war that now lived within her.
Adams, still seated on his throne, watched the spectacle unfold with mild amusement. His eyes glinted with approval as the horse and rider bonded. "Fitting," he said softly, his voice carrying through the chamber. "Your mount—*Phobos*—embodies the terror and chaos of war. It will ride with you through every battlefield, leaving nothing but destruction in your wake."
The name resonated in Hera's mind, and she nodded, accepting the creature as a part of her. Phobos pawed at the ground, eager, restless, as if sensing the endless wars and battles to come. Hera swung herself onto the beast's back in one swift, fluid motion, her aura flaring as she did. The connection between them was immediate and absolute, like two halves of the same soul.
For a moment, Hera closed her eyes, feeling the surge of power flow between herself and Phobos. The horse's fiery mane crackled against her armor, and she gripped the reins tightly, feeling the thrum of energy coursing through her. She was no longer just a warrior—she was War incarnate, a force to be reckoned with across realms.
John, standing beside Adams, watched with a wide grin, his arms crossed. "Now that's a sight," he muttered. "Horse and rider, one and the same. The Divine Plane doesn't stand a chance."
Hera opened her eyes, their crimson glow brighter than ever. She looked to Adams, her voice steady but filled with the promise of unrelenting violence. "Where do you want me to begin?"
Adams smiled darkly, leaning back in his throne. "Soon enough, my Horseman of War. The time for your battles is coming. But for now, let Phobos feel the weight of your power. When you ride, kingdoms will tremble, and even the gods will know fear."
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**Phobos:**
- **Race:** Primordial War Horse
- **Elemental Affinities:** Fire, Blood, Destruction
- **Skills:**
- **Flame of Battle:** Phobos's mane and breath can ignite the battlefield, turning the ground into a sea of flames that burn with war's eternal fury.
- **Warpath:** When Phobos charges into battle, his speed bends space itself, allowing him to traverse vast distances in an instant, bringing destruction wherever he treads.
- **Terror Incarnate:** Phobos radiates an aura of primal fear, causing enemies to lose their will to fight, their courage sapped by the mere presence of the beast.
- **Infernal Hooves:** Each stomp of Phobos's hooves unleashes shockwaves of destructive energy, capable of shattering mountains and splitting the earth.
- **Bond of War:** Phobos and Hera are linked; any power Hera gains is reflected in Phobos, making them both stronger in unison.
- **War Cry:** Phobos can unleash a deafening roar that demoralizes enemies, making them hesitant to attack and filling allies with an uncontrollable urge to fight.
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Hera grinned as she felt the raw power of Phobos beneath her. With a swift pull of the reins, she urged the horse forward. Phobos snorted, its fiery eyes gleaming as it stamped the ground, sending a ripple of red-hot energy across the hall.
"Now time for that inheritance to open."