Hans didn't want anything to do with this war.

He was just a poor farmer that was struggling to make ends meet and now here he was, in a midst of the battlefield trying not to get killed.

The only good thing that comes out of this was the fact he could eat three meals a day but then again, the food wasn't that good and didn't fill his stomach.

Hans saw someone fell to the ground, their eyes lifeless. His legs were quivering as he looks away from the dead body.

"What are you doing, you peasants? Charge and fight in the name of our king!" Their leader yelled riding a horse. Their leader was a high-ranking noble whose name Hans couldn't remember.

However, none of the soldiers move an inch.

"Fuck this! I don't want anything to do with this!" One of the soldiers cried out as they threw their weapon to the ground and ran away, tearing their uniforms as they ran.

Seeing this, other soldiers began to run away.

"Fuck this!"

"Why do we have to fight for some king we don't know!"

"Yeah, this is none of our business!"

Hans watches in horror as the soldiers that try to run away were then engulfed in pillars of fire, the soldiers that try to run away scream in pain as they died.

"What do you lowly peasants are doing?" The noble asks, his voice angry. "You peasants are supposed to die for the king, so if I see any of you trying to r—"

The noble wasn't able to finish his sentence as a bullet lodged itself into his head. The noble's dead body flop onto the ground as the horse ran away.

"Charge and kill them all!" The lieutenant general of the opposing Imperial Army orders.

At the lieutenant general's order, the Imperial Army charges and began to kill the soldiers of the Royal Army. The Imperial Army had already been slaughtering them but now without a leader, they were disorganized and were just running away and didn't try to fight back.

But now it was just a bloodbath.

"F-Fuck!" Hans yells.

He tries to run away but a bullet hits his leg and made him fell to the ground. Hans begins to crawl in desperation, he then heard footsteps running towards him.

"There's one right there!"

However, no matter how hard Hans tries to crawl away, the footsteps just grew louder and louder.

Hans gives up trying to crawl away and close his eyes, accepting his fate.

However...

Nothing happens.

"Huh?" Hans closes his eyes and looks back to see the Imperial soldiers that were chasing him to see them lying in a pool of blood with their spears on the ground next to them.

"Filthy heretics."

Hans turns to the voice to see a man in shiny armor with a symbol of an eye covered by wings on his shoulder, holding a helmet. He was clean shaved and had a large scar running down his cheek.

He then saw a woman in a holy robe walk toward the armored man and then begin chanting.

Hans felt energy fill his body and he saw that the bullet wound on his leg was healing. He stood up and look around the battlefield in amazement as other soldiers of the Royal Army had their wounds healed and looking at the armored man and woman.

Hans then heard several guns going off and turn to the noise to see a giant barrier of bright light blocking the bullets from the remainder of the Royal Army.

The armored man looks around and then puts on his helmet. "I am Justin the leader of the holy knights of the Church of the Righteous One," He said. "And this," He then points to the woman beside him. "...Is the Barbara the Holy Saint! The Righteous One commands you to stand up and defeat the heretics in front of you!"

Hans felt a weird feeling swelling up inside of him. He couldn't explain the feeling, just that he felt he could charge into danger without a care and an intense disgust and hatred for the opposing soldiers.

"CHARGE IN THE NAME OF THE RIGHTEOUS ONE!" Justin roars as he pulls out his sword and charge.

"""""""FOR THE RIGHTEOUS ONE!"""""''

Hans joins in with the crowd as picks his weapon and being charging.