"AAAALaLaLaLaLaie!!!"
Suddenly, a peal of thunder erupted across the sky, shaking heaven and earth.
Accompanied by a string of unintelligible roars, something wreathed in crisscrossing purple lightning charged toward the two fighters from the southeastern sky.
"Is that... a chariot?!"
Irisviel, standing outside the battlefield, voiced what both fighters were thinking. Artoria dared not hesitate and swiftly retreated to avoid its charge.
On the other side, the containers behind Lancer prevented him from retreating immediately.
He could only force himself to ignore the turmoil in his chest and swing both spears to cut through the thunder spilling from the chariot. Yet that effort sent him into another fit of wheezing coughs.
Judging purely by its appearance, it was a classical Two-Bull Chariot. Harnessed to its shafts were not warhorses, but two muscular bulls, immensely powerful and magnificently built.
Their iron hooves and the wheels trampled dazzling lightning as they pulled the ornate chariot straight toward the two fighters-or, more precisely, toward the asphalt road between them.
Such enormous fluctuations of magic power alerted everyone, both those present and those observing from elsewhere, to one fact:
A third Servant had appeared!
As the chariot stopped between Artoria and Lancer, the rumbling thunder fell silent along with its wheels. A hulking man stood majestically in the driver's seat.
Bulls and thunder.
The presence of both inevitably brought the supreme deity of Olympus to everyone's mind. Of course, that divine king's status was far too exalted for him to appear in the Holy Grail War. But even one of his followers would be enough to put tremendous pressure on everyone present.
"Both of you, lower your weapons! You stand in the presence of a king!"
The burly man spoke loudly and unhurriedly, his voice nearly matching the thunder from moments before. His eyes