Otherwise, you can find another savior.

After saying that, Altria, standing on top of the container, looked towards the battlefield in the warehouse street.

On one side is Morgan's master, Xijian Tianxi.

On the other side, there is the Servant Lancer.

The battle was not one-sided. Before arriving here, Artoria even thought that the lightning magic just now was done by a servant.

In fact, it is quite the opposite.

The warehouse street was covered with ice, which was impossible in this season.

Xijian was in the middle of it, with a few tears on his clothes but no obvious scars, and he looked a little disheveled.

But compared to Lancer, who was half-kneeling with his longer red spear supporting his body and taking a defensive stance with his shorter yellow spear, it was far worse.

There was residual electric current flowing through Lancer Diarmuid's body, and there were charred scars on his body, caused by being directly hit by lightning.

When Shiomi began to perform the great magic called "Thunder Reign", the Master of the Spear Servant immediately ordered him to release the seal of the Noble Phantasm.

If it weren't for the special ability of the Red Spear 『Red Rose that Breaks Demons』, Diarmuid knew that even as a Servant, he would not feel good after taking a solid hit from the lightning strike just now.

"It can break and defend against magic, but it can't completely interfere with magic that has already been activated... and a pair of spears, one short and one long." Shiomi reached out and brushed the dust off his shoulders. "And it can recognize the Celtic warrior's 'Four Branches of Asase' formation. Lancer, I already know your real name."

Lancer had no feelings about this. When the battle reached a certain level, the Noble Phantasm would inevitably have to be unsealed due to the severity of the enemy.

A magician who is fully prepared for the Holy Grail War can of course deduce Diarmuid's true name from these two red and yellow magic spears.

What's more troublesome is that Saber and Berserker, who were previously fighting, have interrupted the fight and arrived nearby to watch the battle. From the way they stood side by side, Lancer was worried that the two parties had reached a consensus on cooperation, which would be very disadvantageous to him and the Master.

Just as Lancer was about to advise the Master to retreat, Berserker suddenly summoned a weapon and threw it at Shiomi Tianxi.

The weapon did not pierce Shiomi's body, but was simply stuck firmly diagonally into the hard, icy ground.

"I'll lend you my weapon. Let's end this battle quickly." Morgan's tone was relaxed.

Lancer saw that Shiomi wanted to get angry but couldn't, so he reached out and grabbed Morgan's weapon and pulled it out.

"Hey, who is the Master?"

Chapter 14 The troublemaker is coming

In addition to Emiya Kiritsugu, Kotomine Kirei and Tōsaka Tokiomi, those observing the battle included Rider Iskandar and his Master Waver Velvet, who were also sitting on the beam above the Mion River Bridge, watching the battle from afar.

From there, not only the seaside park but also the battle situation in the warehouse can be seen clearly.

"It's not good." Iskandar looked solemn.

"What's wrong?" Weber asked while lying on the beam, shivering in the cold wind.

"That guy who is most likely a Berserker Master is going to win." Iskandar said, "Lancer will be eliminated if this continues."

Waver wanted to say that it would be more advantageous to his side, but the next moment he was so surprised that he forgot his fear of heights, "Impossible! How can a Master defeat a Servant alone!"

“That’s why I said it’s not good!” Iskandar’s deep voice was clearly audible in the night wind. “Saber and Berserker, who were fighting at sea just now, also stopped and rushed over there. They also got the weapons that Berserker lent them.”

"Eh?" Weber began to lose track of the current situation.

"Without weapons, he can suppress Lancer with just his bare hands and magic. With weapons, he will be even more powerful!" Iskandar laughed excitedly, "Today, there are such warriors! I wish I could recruit him as my number one warrior to conquer the world!"

It would certainly be what Iskandar wished to encounter other Servants in the Holy Grail War, conquer them, and bring them under his command.

But in this era when mystery has long since faded for more than a thousand years, there are still warriors who can rival the Age of Gods. If one wants to conquer this era, such warriors should not be missed, either as enemies or as good generals.

"But aren't you planning to wait until they are both defeated before attacking?"

"I thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to fight heroes from different eras, even a one-on-six match. But if I could recruit useful talents before that, it would also be a good way to command troops."

A fierce and dangerous roar came from Iskandar's throat, like the roar of a lion, but the raised corners of his mouth made him look like he was smiling.

"It would be a shame to let them get into a melee now and cause someone to lose their life."

“Isn’t it just right to die? Whether it’s the Master or the Servant, the Holy Grail War is all about killing each other, wow wow—”

Weber's semi-hysterical attempt to reprimand Iskander was interrupted by a bullet to the forehead.

"To win without destroying, to dominate without humiliating. This is the true 'conquest'!"

Iskandar drew the sword from his waist and slashed at the empty air, opening up space.

The surging magic power rushed out, and a shining treasure ox cart appeared with the flow of magic power. Waver, lying prone, held on to the steel bars of the bridge to avoid being blown away by the strong wind.

"That's enough for the show. Let's go, boy!"

"Stupid, stupid, stupid! Your behavior is totally incomprehensible!"

"Hmm? If you're unhappy, just stay here and watch, okay?"

"I'm going! You idiot! Take me with you!"

"Very good, this is my Master!"

Iskandar grabbed Waver by the collar, jumped onto his Noble Phantasm, the ox-cart - "Wheel of Divine Power", and rushed towards the battlefield at the Wangan warehouse.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Shiomi took Morgan's weapon in his hand and secretly marveled at the distribution of its weight. As a weapon, it was already top-notch.

He casually danced with the gun with one hand, with his left hand in front and his right hand holding the gun behind his back.

A drop of sweat appeared on Lancer's cheek.

With just one glance, he could tell that this young man was an expert with a spear, and might even be skilled in archery and horse riding.

The idea of ​​retreat was temporarily cut off. As a gun user himself, Diarmuid wanted to learn the gun skills of the time.

The long wind blew against the two people's clothes, making a patting sound.

"Magic and gunmanship, which side do you want to die on, Lancer?"

"A master who is forced to go to the front line by his servants will die without a burial place, nameless magician."

Diarmuid responded to Shiomi's provocation, carefully observing the opponent's next killing move and cautiously closing the distance.

He could see that Shiomi was very good at performing large-scale magic quickly, which must have consumed a lot of magic power, otherwise he would not have picked up the weapon thrown by Berserker.

Therefore, we should try to shorten the distance between each other to the extent that even if we use magic, both sides will be involved. This will force the opponent to choose hand-to-hand combat first.

What a strange weapon. Is it a gun, an axe, or a magic wand? Diarmuid observed the weapon and guessed.

Both sides tensed their bodies, ready to fight at any moment.

At this moment, the cold and clear feeling of oppression was broken by a sudden thunder.

"That is!"

Observing the battlefield, Artoria looked toward the southeast sky.

An object emitted interlaced purple lightning flashes in the night sky, and rushed straight towards where Shiomi and Lancer were from space.

"Chariot?" Morgan narrowed his eyes slightly. Is it Rider?

The chariot was pulled by two bulls, which ran forward with their feet on the void. Purple lightning shot out like a spider web, making a rumbling thunder that shook the atmosphere. The huge magic power released by each loud noise was enough to match the pressure when Morgan and Altria fought.

An oxcart that can produce such an effect must be a treasure.

Servants who can possess chariot Noble Phantasms are mostly Rider-class servants.

"Vacuum Wave."

Diarmuid heard the words coming out of Shiomi's mouth, and saw the other party's fingers writing in the air, and the runes flashed by. A tornado surged into the sky, blocking the route that the ox cart had to take.

“Uooooohh ...

Rider not only did not stop when he saw this, but instead shook the reins and rushed straight towards the tornado.

The collision of the two magical powers instantly detonated, and the blast centered on the collision point caused the Masters and Servants watching the battle to resist with all their might, causing many containers on both sides to overturn.

After a brief confrontation between the two forces, the ox cart broke up the tornado and stopped on the icy road between Shiomi and Diarmuid.

"Wow, you actually welcome the king in this way. This courage is worthy of praise. It makes me reluctant to let it go."

Far from being angry, Iskandar saw through Shiomi's magic and realized that he was sending a signal.

If you want to get involved in this war, you must pay the corresponding price.

"What a wonderful wind-controlling magic. Even under my command, there is no one as talented as you." Iskandar praised him generously. "How about coming under my command? I will make you a court magician, second only to the emperor!"

"No need, it sounds like too much trouble..."

In stark contrast to his murderous fighting style, Shiomi's attitude is rather lazy.

It looks like I have to stay up late tonight, he said to himself.

Chapter 15: King of Conquerors Iskandar

Being rejected so bluntly, King Iskandar, the founder of the Alexander Empire, had a rare illusion of doubting his own personal charm.

Of course, this illusion is fleeting.

Rider grunted in embarrassment and rubbed his fist with a protruding knuckle on his temple. Although the action looked very funny, it did not reduce his majestic attitude at all.

He is a person with a very special existence.

Only such a person can stand above thousands of people and rule the entire country.

"Maybe I didn't explain the treatment clearly. After all, young people in this era are all worried about their livelihoods—" the King of Conquerors continued.

Shiomi gently poked the frozen ground with Morgan's magic spear. "A Servant whose real name I don't even know suddenly rushed to me and said he wanted to recruit workers. How could I know if this kind of appearance with such a grand package was for the magic circuits and seals that deceived me?"

"Hahahaha!" Iskandar laughed heartily.

However, Shiomi ignored his laughter, slowly walked around the cover of the ox cart, and looked at Lancer, with an attitude that even though someone had broken in, it would not hinder the fight between him and Lancer.

"Humph……"

Although Lancer was on high alert because of the new Servant's intrusion into the battlefield, he couldn't help but feel happy because of the pure intention that Shiomi conveyed in the matter of fighting, and he chuckled.

"Both sides put down your weapons. You are now in the presence of the king!"

Seeing through the situation where both sides were planning to ignore him and start a war, Rider spoke loudly and calmly.

The obvious intention to hinder made Lancer and Shiomi stop again.

After all, if a war really breaks out again, there will be a servant nearby who has displayed his Noble Phantasm and may rush over to attack at any time with the ox cart Noble Phantasm.

"My name is Iskandar, the King of Conquerors. I have emerged into the world having obtained the Rider's seat in this Holy Grail War!"

Everyone present was even more surprised this time. In the battlefield of the Holy Grail War, the real name is the key to the strategy, and it is impossible for a Servant to reveal his real name. However, the most surprised person among all was Waver, who was squatting in the driver's seat next to Rider.

"W-what are you thinking about? You idiot~~~~~~~~~~!"

Waver had forgotten his fear of Rider due to extreme panic and confusion, and he screamed while grabbing his cloak.

"The King of Conquerors... Iskandar?" Xijian was slightly stunned, "Oh, it's Alexander the Great."

After figuring out the other party's identity, he once again held the gun in one hand and put it behind his back, looking up at Iskandar on the tall ox cart.

"So? The famous King of Conquerors rushed into someone else's battlefield just to give his real name and post a job notice?" Xi Jian could see that the other party had no clear hostility, so he softened his attitude and made a teasing remark.

Iskandar seemed a little embarrassed, "No, I want to recruit more than just you. It's just that as a person of this era, you have the strength that is not inferior to the servants. I also love talents so much that I can't help myself, so I asked you first."

"Huh?" Xijian sighed immediately.

"My proposal is not only for the Master here, Lancer, and Saber and Berserker who are watching the battle there! If you are interested, I welcome you to come and serve under me!" Iskandar showed the unique thirst for talent that is characteristic of the heroes who were monarchs in history.

"It's hard to say what Lancer is like over there, but I think that Saber will definitely not accept such an invitation." Shiomi laughed knowingly, "As the saying goes, kings do not meet kings. I don't think a king would submit to another king without any preconditions."

“Hoho… you already know Saber’s real name? Then can you please reveal it to me—”

Iskandar is quite easy-going and has begun to humbly ask for advice from Shiomi.

"Why don't you ask in person?" Xi Jian did not give an answer.

“It is said that most hermits in the world are arrogant, but even my teacher Aristotle is not so difficult to communicate with.” Rider murmured with emotion, lowering his head and his gaze met Waver who was looking up at his feet.

“Rider——!!!!” Waver’s voice became hoarse.

First he rushed forward without any reason, then he revealed his true name without any warning, and then not only other Servants, but even other Masters wanted to recruit him.

"Really? So it was you—"