Although it had been less than a month since he had last seen Stanley, Martin recalled his time with the old man in the Plantagenet Palace.

Although the person not far away looked more like a middle-aged man, Martin recognized him at a glance from his posture and the pace of walking.

At this time, Stanley was leading Bishop Thomas to the center of the prayer hall, in front of a spherical statue of the Holy Light, supported by a stone pedestal, which was outlined with some gold threads, and the whole looked very solemn and holy.

Stanley was accompanied by two others, one of whom was a handsome middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes, with half-length hair and a white stand-up collar cape, and a poet-like handsome temperament in the depths.

But Martin knew that this person was by no means simple, because in his perspective, this middle-aged man who looked elegant and romantic, there was a thick brown mist surging there, and he was quietly enveloping him in it at this time.

Martin had already observed many shepherds, as well as some genuine "deliverers", all of whom had a more or less different color of fog on their bodies, but this was the first time he had seen such a thick but steady fog.

"Definitely a very strong 'savior', I just don't know which deck it is......"

Martin bowed his head slightly, looking at the middle-aged man with a deep expression in the afterglow of his perspective.

Between Stanley and the middle-aged blond man, there was a richly dressed child, who was about four or five years old, holding the middle-aged man's hand and looking left and right, his eyes revealing curiosity about the surrounding environment, but also naturally exuding an innate noble temperament.

"The child who was protected by Stanley and this middle-aged man...... Could it be someone from the royal family. ”

Martin made a cursory judgment, and stopped looking that way, he could feel that whether it was Stanley or the middle-aged man, whether it was a warm or deep appearance, there was a scrutiny of the whole hall and the people in the hall.

Seemingly casual, ubiquitous and concealed scrutiny.

"That's the Six Princes of Redstone, and the Bishop of the Holy Light Church in the Kingdom's Capital Region."

Hines came to Martin's side and introduced him, and to Martin's strange surprise, the female figure that had been following him all this time disappeared.

"As for the middle-aged man on the left, I haven't seen it before."

There was some confusion in Hines's tone.

Not far from them, the three Stanleys took their seats in the first row closest to the statue of the Light and the pulpit, along with Bishop Thomas, followed by some of the higher white clergy.

As more and more candles are lit, the prayer hall's tall gilded bronze columns and angel statues reflect a soft and holy light, and the sky-blue paintings on the tall glazed floor-to-ceiling windows inject a touch of vibrancy into this light.

A quarter of an hour before the official start of the Great Prayer Service, the three doors of the Cathedral were opened at the same time, and the faithful who had been waiting outside the church began to enter the Great Prayer Hall in an orderly manner, and each took his place on the benches.

There was an endless stream of people entering the hall, and the huge prayer hall was quickly filled with people, and everyone sat quietly in their seats, looking calmly at the tall statue of holy light at the front.

The shepherds, led by Stanley, were scattered around the hall, and some of the shepherds blended into the crowd on the benches to prevent special situations that might occur.

Martin was one of the people sitting on the bench at this time, probably because of this outfit, he would look a little conspicuous in the hall, so Stanley arranged for him to sit in the middle of the crowd.

Coincidentally, Martin's right hand side was the masked woman who had been following Stanley, who was still silent at this time, and Martin was a little puzzled by Stanley's arrangement, but he didn't ask much.

At 9 a.m., as the service officially began, a group of choir children dressed in white walked to the front of the prayer hall, and then a long-haired woman came to the pulpit and began to chant the holy light with the choir.

An ethereal voice lingered in the hall, causing everyone in it to feel a touch as if the light poured down on them, and they closed their eyes to feel the peace of their sins being cleansed by the light.

Martin and the Masked Girl also closed their eyes and bowed their heads, and at first Martin felt that he was being healed by this "Ode to Light", like the comfort of letting the waves wash over his toes on the beach.

But just as he was about to bask in the relaxing tone, he sensed something was wrong.

This "Ode to the Light" felt more and more strange to him, and there was a domineering syllable hidden in the ethereal and holy tone, like sand in the water, constantly rubbing against his eardrums and eyes.

Martin suddenly sensed a cool aura enveloping his head, and just as it was about to dip into his skin from top to bottom, the masked woman next to him suddenly reached out and grabbed his right hand.

A warm breath came from the palm of her hand.

Martin was a little surprised, he turned his head to look to the side, and saw that under the other party's mask, there was a pair of rare red pupils, and this pair of red pupils was staring at him seriously at the moment.

Red pupils......

Martin froze for a moment when he saw this color, and then immediately reacted to the identity of the other party, no wonder he felt that this woman's figure was somewhat familiar......

It's Hihian!

Martin looked at these pupils, absolutely yes, this woman is Xitian!

Did she recognize me?

This was his first thought, and what he was doing so far was to avoid Xixian from recognizing him, after all, she was surrounded by William, who was confused with the second prince, and the untold Xinon, who couldn't be exposed.

But he subconsciously hoped that Xixian would recognize him, and this ambivalence made him a little confused for a while.

Wasn't she with Hethanon and them? How did he suddenly become a shepherd, and even participate in this "big worship" with himself?

When he came back to his senses, he immediately began to speculate about what had happened, and he feared that it was a trap set by Henon.

But Martin recalled what he had seen before, Sician had been by Hines's side, and the relationship between Hines and Hignon did not seem to be cooperative, which made him feel a little relieved for the time being.

As he pondered, the warm feeling from the palm of Ciatian's hand began to permeate Martin's body, and the discomfort caused by the "Ode to the Light" began to fade away, and Martin immediately understood that Cixian was helping him.

Cia's hand quickly let go, and she returned to a state of silence, which made Martin almost discourage the girl from recognizing herself.

He steadied himself and began to carefully observe his surroundings.

The hymn of holiness that should have washed away sin made him feel threatened and uncomfortable, and he needed to determine if it was his own cause or if it was universal.

After all, his true identity is a xenomorph, and it makes perfect sense that the Holy Light wants to purify him.

And just as he was carefully observing, the most unexpected thing happened.

In the huge prayer hall, above the rows of benches, countless fine silk threads converged, and at this moment, they were all meandering towards the statue of holy light at the front of the hall.

The threads came from ordinary people who were praying with their eyes closed, and they were all pale yellow, and they were continuously drawn from the bodies of the believers into the orb statues, which symbolized the holy light.

The statue was now shrouded in a thick yellow, and it seemed to be absorbing, and vaguely Martin even saw the statue beating strangely like a heart.

Martin made a closer look, and he finally saw the threads for what they were, which made him even more confused.

What floated out of the believers was wisps of yellow mist.