With the appearance of Gordius Wheel, the lightning was accompanied by strong winds.
The sudden, fierce gales made the bridge arch sway even more violently.
Waver Velvet didn't dare to get up, clutching desperately to the steel frame of the bridge arch, and was so frightened by the violent swaying that snot streamed down his face.
Iskandar leaped onto the lightning-flashing chariot, then said to Waver Velvet, who was clinging to the steel frame: "Since the victor is decided, our observation ends here. Let us go too, my little Master."
"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! What you're doing is completely reckless!"
Waver Velvet looked on in horror at the lightning flashing around him from time to time, terrified of being struck by the constantly appearing bolts.
The surrounding lightning was a protective field generated by Gordius Wheel, capable of protecting Iskandar and Waver Velvet.
But it wasn't so friendly to outsiders.
Any other lawbreakers who dared to approach Gordius Wheel would be subjected to the lightning's judgment.
Nyarlathotep had no choice but to raise a shield to block the automatic attacks of the surrounding lightning.
The lightning generated by Gordius Wheel itself wasn't very strong, but Nyarlathotep didn't like the tingling sensation on her body.
If she had too much static electricity, her hair would frizz up, and she didn't want Darling to see her hair in a mess.
Chen Yu, however, ignored the lightning generated by Gordius Wheel, as Iron Man's Iron Man Armor was quite compatible with lightning.
When the surrounding lightning struck him, not only did he not feel any tingling, but the operating system even prompted that the armor was in a charging state.
It's just that the charging efficiency wasn't good; it couldn't compare to Thor's hammer at the moment.
Iskandar's crimson eyes swept over Waver Velvet, who was still clinging tightly to the steel frame, and suggested: "Hmm? Little Master, if you don't like it, how about staying here to watch the battle? I observe that Caster and her Master are not unscrupulous individuals. If you feel the battlefield is dangerous, you can choose to stay."
Waver Velvet, shedding tears, shouted in near-collapse: "Idiot! I'm going, take me with you! Idiot!"
Waver Velvet wasn't entirely afraid of being left behind and falling victim to Caster and her Master; more than that, he worried about being too far from Rider, leading to insufficient magical energy supply. If Rider really planned to go one-vs-six, magical energy supply would be a big problem.
If Rider lost because of his own problems, Waver Velvet wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
He could only helplessly and despairingly declare that he had to follow.
Iskandar saw Waver Velvet, who was clearly terrified but still bravely insisted on following him, and let out a hearty laugh.
"Hahahahaha, good, that's my Master!"
Iskandar gently grabbed Waver Velvet by the collar, effortlessly placing him beside him as if picking up a chick.
Then, looking at Chen Yu and Nyarlathotep, who had been watching the show, he patted the chariot and said: "Hey, Caster and Caster's Master over there, want to join us? My mount is actually quite spacious."
Iskandar extended his final invitation.
The space on Gordius Wheel was not small. After Iskandar placed Waver Velvet behind him, there was still enough room for Chen Yu and Nyarlathotep.
But was Gordius Wheel that easy to board?
Chen Yu looked at Iskandar suspiciously: "If I get on your chariot, will I become your subordinate?"
"Kid, you're quite sharp! The opportunity to ride alongside a King is rare, are you really not going to consider it?"
"No thanks, I don't have a habit of serving kings."
Chen Yu declined Iskandar's invitation.
"Hahahahaha, alright then. Since you've chosen this path, the next time we meet, we'll likely be enemies. Let's go now, Gordius Wheel!"
As Iskandar swung the reins, the two divine oxen let out a thunderous roar, stomping on lightning, and charged straight towards the battlefield.
Nyarlathotep gazed at Iskandar heading straight for Saber and Lancer's battlefield: "Darling, they really left! Should we go too?"
"Don't go yet, we'll continue to observe from afar. Nyarlathotep, notify your swarm to search for Matou Kariya near the battlefield, try to find him and monitor him."
Nyarlathotep put her finger to her lips, pondering the name Matou Kariya.
"Matou Kariya? Who's that?"
"Matou Kariya is Berserker's Master, a thin man with white hair. If the swarm finds him, let me know."
As soon as Nyarlathotep heard that Darling was looking for a man, she immediately lost interest in asking further questions and began to instruct the otherworldly bee swarm hidden in the Mirror Dimension to search for the white-haired man near the battlefield.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
"Prepare yourself, Saber! This time I shall take your life!"
"You'd better be careful not to have your own life taken by me first, Lancer!"
Saber and Lancer exchanged challenging words while anticipating each other's ultimate moves.
They cautiously probed each other step by step.
Both sides' bodies were taut; war was on the verge of breaking out.
Just as both sides were unable to restrain themselves and were about to fight again, a thunderous sound streaked across the sky.
The cold and clear sense of oppression was instantly shattered.
A chariot, enveloped in lightning, streaked across the sky in a straight line, heading directly towards them, scattering sparks of lightning in the night sky.
Irisviel's small mouth dropped open in surprise, staring wide-eyed at the chariot speeding across the sky.
The chariot was pulled by two bulls, and each time their hooves struck the sky, purple lightning would generate beneath their feet.
They trod through the air, moving forward, their wheels rumbling and making a deafening sound.
Two well-built bulls, treading the void and stepping on lightning, appeared above the battlefield. Who wouldn't be stunned by such a sight, let alone a young girl on her first long journey?
Saber and Lancer watched the sudden arrival of the chariot in tense silence.
Only a Servant's noble phantasm could have such an effect. Without much thought, this must be the third Servant appearing to intervene in this duel.
The lightning-footed chariot circled menacingly in the sky, then lowered its altitude and swiftly crashed between Saber and Lancer.
Iskandar emerged from the chariot, his burly figure revealed, arms spread wide, eyes gleaming with confident fury as he roared: "Both sides, sheathe your swords! Before the King's carriage, no insolence!"
Saber and Lancer, of course, would not be easily intimidated by Rider's words. They were merely unsure of Rider's intentions for the moment, which caused them to hesitate.
Once Iskandar saw Saber and Lancer temporarily cease their actions, he continued in a stern tone: "My name is Conqueror King Iskandar! I have manifested in this world as a Rider-class Servant in this Holy Grail War!"
He finished with a proud expression, enjoying everyone's surprise.
Rider's words left everyone present dumbfounded; all were astonished by Iskandar's self-introduction.
Only Waver Velvet groaned helplessly and with a headache on the side: "Here we go again... here we go again... here we go again..."
The helplessness was due to Rider's declaration, and the headache was because there were no seatbelts on Rider's chariot. When Rider suddenly descended just now, his forehead had made zero-distance contact with the carriage body.
As a result, Waver Velvet genuinely had a headache now.
It was bad enough that he had revealed his class to Caster just now, and now he was revealing his class to Saber and Lancer.
Should one say Rider was full of heroic spirit and didn't care about his true name, or should one say his Servant had no brains... Waver Velvet felt completely numb.
Iskandar continued to raise his hands, declaring with great passion: "Although fate has pitted me against you for the Holy Grail, I wish to ask one thing first, you..."
Before finishing his sentence, Iskandar paused.
Though still maintaining his dignity, his demeanor had softened considerably.
"Are you willing to join my ranks and yield the Holy Grail to me? If so, I shall treat you as friends and share the joy of conquering the world with you!"
First introducing himself, then trying to recruit subordinates, Rider, do you have nothing else to say?
Do you intend to try and recruit every Servant you meet?
These Servants, renowned throughout history, are all proud beings. How could they be moved by your words, which are less than three melons and two dates?
Waver Velvet caressed his still-swollen and aching forehead, lamenting his misfortune while inwardly sighing that Rider was somewhat lacking in intelligence.
Waver Velvet would never dare to speak directly to Rider, as he hadn't forgotten the taste of a punch just now.
Which hurt more, a punch or a stick to the head?
Of course, the headache!
As Waver Velvet expected, both Saber and Lancer rejected his Rider's invitation.
Iskandar picked at his ear, flicked out whatever he had found, and once again stated: "The terms are negotiable."
"Annoying!"
Saber and Lancer once again rejected Rider's invitation.
Saber even revealed herself to be the King of Britain, stating that she could not possibly serve another king.
Iskandar became interested in Saber's declaration, raising an eyebrow and saying: "Oh? So you're the King of Britain, that truly surprises me. The renowned Knight King is actually such a young girl."
Saber's true name was Artoria Pendragon, none other than the legendary King Arthur of Britain.
Because she pulled the Sword of Selection from the stone at the age of 15, her body stopped growing. As no woman had ever been king before, she disguised her gender and fought to be the ideal king for her people.
Even upon returning to Avalon, her height was only 1.54 meters, so from the perspective of the over two-meter-tall Iskandar, she was indeed a young girl.
But for Artoria, being described as a young girl was undoubtedly an insult, a taunt at her weakness.
So Artoria once again adopted a defensive stance, and even though her left hand was weak in gripping her sword, she solemnly defended her dignity as a king.
She warned Iskandar: "Do you wish to be struck by a sword from the 'young girl' you speak of, Conqueror King!"
Iskandar somewhat dejectedly scratched his red hair, saying regretfully: "Alas, it seems negotiations have broken down. What a pity, what a shame! Are you really not going to reconsider..."
"Rider!!!!!"
Seeing Rider still acting arbitrarily and trying to recruit people, Waver Velvet could only shout Rider's name in indignation, his voice hoarse. He could only use his two powerless fists to strike at Rider's cape, crying again as he hit, hoping his Rider would be more realistic.
Watching Rider's interaction with his Master, Irisviel felt neither sympathy nor disdain, only that the previously tense atmosphere had somehow relaxed.
But soon, the tension returned.
"Oh? I never expected it, it's actually you!"
A voice, both familiar and terrifying to Waver Velvet, echoed across the battlefield.
It was the voice of Lancer's Master, who had not yet appeared on the battlefield.
Lancer's Master, using magic, once again made his voice clearly audible to everyone on the battlefield.
Like a mournful wail from hell, it sent a shiver down Waver Velvet's spine.
"I was wondering what audacity you had to steal my Holy Relic... I never thought it would be you participating in the Holy Grail War yourself, Waver Velvet, my student."
Upon hearing Kenneth utter his name, Waver Velvet's pupils contracted sharply. He squatted down in terror, gasping for breath.
"For you, I shall give a special extracurricular lesson. I will impart to you, without reservation, the mutual slaughter of Magi, and the terror and pain within it."
"You should feel honored, Waver Velvet, my student!"
Kenneth's words grew increasingly sarcastic, and Waver Velvet's face grew paler.
Hearing his arrogant lecturer's words, he recalled the fear Kenneth had instilled in him during class.
After all, a teacher naturally exerts pressure on a student, not to mention Waver Velvet's guilty conscience for stealing Kenneth's Holy Relic and running off to participate in the Holy Grail War.
Kenneth, whose Holy Relic had been stolen, could only use a backup Holy Relic to summon Lancer for the Holy Grail War, so his resentment towards Waver Velvet was naturally immense.
Waver Velvet felt his whole body tremble, huddling in the chariot, instinctively adopting a head-in-hands, squatting defense posture.
Seeing Waver Velvet's reaction through the monitor, Chen Yu burst out laughing on Fuyuki Bridge.
Waver Velvet's current cowering reaction looked like Harry's when he once snuck into Professor Snape's office to steal potions and was discovered by Professor Snape, with a terrified expression as if the sky was about to fall.
Record it, keep recording it. In the future, I'll let Waver Velvet, Lord El-Melloi II, see his current pathetic state.
But at this moment, Waver Velvet was not alone. Iskandar wrapped his rough yet gentle large hand around Waver Velvet's slender shoulder, a maliciously sympathetic smile on his face.
This smile was not directed at Waver Velvet, but at Lancer's Master, who was hidden somewhere unknown.
"Hey, Magus, I heard you seem to want to replace my little Master and become my Master?"
"If that's truly the case, then that's utterly ridiculous!"
"To become my Master, one must be a warrior who rides into battle with me. A coward who doesn't even have the courage to show themselves is far too unqualified! Hahahaha!"
Iskandar's arrogant declaration infuriated Kenneth, who stood on a rooftop, burning with rage.
In the temporarily silent night, only Iskandar's laughter echoed.
Iskandar didn't care about Kenneth's thoughts; at this moment, he had a new idea.
Again, he raised both fists, standing on the chariot, and declared to all Heroic Spirits.
"Hey, there are others here, aren't there! Those lurking in the shadows, peeking! You Heroic Spirits summoned by the Holy Grail, gather here now!"
"If you are cowards afraid to show your faces, then you shall incur the contempt of Conqueror King Iskandar!"
