"The Chancellor Siren...," Yao Lin muttered thoughtfully.

After Yao Lin and his entourage inquired about the Cult of the God of Truth, they also heard about the Sirens of the Psalms.

Of course, the place where the Sirens sing the hymn is in the Cathedral of Truth, which can only accommodate more than 1,000 believers, but the Cult of God of Truth has thoughtfully installed a loudspeaker outside the Cathedral of Truth.

After Chen Anxia's modification, the performance of this megaphone has improved much compared to the amplifier in this world, but there is definitely a difference compared to hearing the siren's singing voice with his own ears.

Therefore, whenever the Sirens of the Psalms sing the hymns, the Cathedral of Truth must be full, and many people queue up in advance to grab a spot.

It is conceivable that the people's pursuit of the Sirens of the Chant is no less than that of any star, and there are even people who come from far and wide just to hear the Siren's singing.

Yao Lin and his party arrived too late, so they could only stay in the open space outside the Cathedral of Truth to listen to the singing of the Sirens of the Chancellor.

However, even the open space outside the Cathedral of Truth was already crowded with people, and this scene was really crowded, and only human heads could be seen as far as the eye could see.

Yao Lin and his entourage could only sigh with emotion when they saw this, I am afraid that such a grand occasion would not happen to him, the prince of the new country.

Marco was also in the open space outside the Cathedral of Truth, watching this scene with emotion, and this scene also temporarily dispelled Marko's idea of wanting to go to St. Roshan immediately, after all, Marco couldn't squeeze this crowd.

The sky was a little gray, and the dark clouds that brought an oppressive feeling obscured the sun, but even this weather did not affect the mood of the people in the slightest.

In the interior of the Cathedral of Truth, the more than 1,000 believers had already taken their respective positions, looking at the towering statue of the God of Truth in the church with a reverent expression, praying.

At this moment, the Siren of the Psalmist, wearing a noble and simple pure white nun dress, led Clara, who was wearing a small nun of the same style, and was like an angel who had fallen into the mortal world, came to the statue of the God of Truth with a pious face.

Everyone was holding their breath when they saw this scene, and many of them had silently closed their eyes, as if waiting for the heavenly song to sound.

I saw the siren and Clara kneeling on the futon in front of the statue of the god of truth with very reverent expressions, their hands in prayer, their heads tilted slightly, their eyes slowly closed, and the first syllable chanted at the same time.

Language should be the most basic carrier for expressing thoughts and feelings, for songs, the importance of lyrics is naturally needless to say, those beautiful lyrics bring people a very strong feeling, in a sense, the words give the soul of the song.

But there is a kind of music that is completely beyond the control of language, and that is to express it completely in an unknown language.

Such lyrics may be meaningless in themselves just to match the key, or they may be some kind of ancient language, those pure words that have been lost for a long time, or they may be the fusion of several different languages to create a new language.

However, no matter what it is, it may not be able to express anything too clearly, but it can convey the same feelings, just like a religious song, there is an incomprehensible artistic conception beauty, this kind of song is called a language-making song.

And the siren's chant is like this song-making song for the people of this world, and the spiritual notes seem to be transformed into spirits.

These elves are beating the ancient beats, chanting chants, and the intoxicating sound seems to open a world journey through the world of the senses, exploring the mysteries of another world.

All the people who heard the sound of the siren's chant couldn't help but close their eyes, and they always felt extremely calm in their hearts at this moment, as if all the seven emotions and six desires in their hearts had been emptied, and the whole person seemed to be floating in the clouds, and the whole body was light.

Yao Lin, Lan Fang, Fu Ye and Marco also unconsciously closed their eyes, to listen to this mysterious song, to listen to this chant, only to feel that their bodies and minds were empty.

At this moment, Yao Lin actually felt the burden that had been pressing on him, as if it had disappeared in an instant, and an incomparably pleasant, unprecedented sense of ease appeared in his heart, which made Yao Lin a little intoxicated.

At this moment, a childish child's voice sounded with great devotion, as if the God of truth in the kingdom of God had heard the chant and sent an angel to respond to it.

The sunlight gradually shines through the gaps in the dark clouds and falls on the earth, the dust in the air floats and rolls up, and the space is repeatedly floating with ethereal chanting.

The gentle chant is low-key but high-minded, and at this moment the Cathedral of Truth seems to be transformed into a huge cloud-based temple, where countless people of the past pray and sing.

The sacred, solemn, and solemn feelings arise spontaneously, as if everyone seems to see an unknown space.

There is a white cloud as the land, the climate is mild, there are no changes in the four seasons, cold and heat, and rain, it is always so cool and comfortable, which is refreshing.

There are palace pavilions there, and its palace pavilions are very peculiar, they can be big and small according to people's will, they can be on the ground or floating in the air, but no matter what kind of body they are surrounded by clouds and mist, there seems to be angels in and out of it.

Holy and beautiful, it is a wonderful place that cannot be described in words, and inexplicably a thought arose in the hearts of all people, which may be the kingdom of God where the God of truth dwells.

Before you know it, the chant is over, but the people are reluctant to wake up from the song for a long time, as if the soul is instinctively resisting, and does not want to face the disturbances of the world again.

It's a pity that we have to wake up after all, and we still have to face what we should face, but we just face it with a positive attitude.

When the chant was over, the sirens led Clara out of the Basilica of Truth, the front and back of the palace, and the believers in the Chapel of Truth began to pray for the statue of the God of Truth.

After this psalm, I don't know how many people have become believers in the Cult of God of Truth.

Yao Lin also slowly woke up from the singing, and also remembered the incredible state of mind he had just had, and at the same time was amazed by the siren's singing and the person who created the chant.

Yao Lin knew very well that the siren's singing voice was perfect, but if it did not cooperate with this chant, it would be impossible to achieve this effect that seemed to be able to wash people's hearts.

Therefore, Yao Lin was even more determined in his heart to see the mysterious pope side of the God of Truth, and Yao Lin was more willing to believe that this chant was created by the mysterious generation of popes than the ethereal God of Truth.

Marco is the same, Marco also believes in his heart that this song of chants was created by Chen Anxia, and he is even more impressed by Chen Anxia who can create such a divine comedy.

Without hesitation, Marco prepared to go directly to St. Roshan, but the crowd had not dispersed yet, so Marco had to wait a little longer.

Before Marco, Yao Lin and his entourage had already come to the palace behind the Cathedral of Truth, looking at the guards guarding here, Yao Lin couldn't help but greet politely, "I am the twelfth prince of the new country, I want to meet His Majesty the Pope of your religion, I don't know if I can make an announcement on my behalf?" ”

Hearing this, the guards looked at each other and maintained a skeptical attitude towards Yao Lin's identity, but seeing the sincere look on Yao Lin's face, it didn't seem to be a fake, and after thinking about it, the guard couldn't help but say, "I can't make the decision on this matter, I need to inform Her Highness the Holy Maiden." ”

"That's a lot of work." When Yao Lin heard this, he immediately bowed.

When Yao Lin inquired about the news of the Cult of Truth, he learned that in addition to the Sirens of the Holy Chant, there was also a well-known Saint Roshan, and Yao Lin was also very curious about the Holy Maiden Roshan.

About ten minutes after the guards reported it, Yao Lin saw a pure white figure walking up the stairs in the distance.

Whether it was Yao Lin, Lan Fang, or Fu Ye, they were all stunned, because they couldn't think of what words to use to describe the figure in front of them.

This pure white figure reveals an ethereal aura, as if it is an angel who does not eat fireworks in the world, holy and benevolent, and makes the surrounding space a little brighter when walking.

How can there be such a woman in this world? This is probably the only thought in Yao Lin's mind at the moment.

However, just when the three of them were stunned, they felt a strong aura of death coming to their faces, this aura of death was too strong, so that the three of them couldn't help but change their faces, and instantly tensed their bodies, looking at the death knight who was silently following behind the saint as if they were facing a great enemy.

The strong, the absolute strong, this is the thought of Yao Lin and the three of them at this moment.

"Death, Convergence Breath." At this time, only the Holy Maiden Roshan was heard speaking in a calm voice.

After the words of the Holy Maiden Luo Shan fell, Yao Lin and the three of them felt that the aura of death aimed at them disappeared without a trace, which also made Yao Lin and the three of them breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, I saw that the holy Maiden Luo Shan came to the front of Yao Lin and the three of them, looked at Yao Lin and the three of them with eyes as pure as water, bowed, and slowly said, "Honorable Prince of the New Kingdom, I don't know what you are looking for the Pope's crown." ”

Looking at the pure eyes of the Holy Maiden Roshan, as if they could reflect all the lies in the world, Yao Lin unconsciously lowered his eyes slightly, did not dare to look directly, and said, "I don't know if I can pass it on my behalf?" I would like to personally meet His Holiness the Pope of your Church. ”

Hearing this, the Holy Maiden Roshan's expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, and she responded very calmly, "I'm sorry, His Majesty the Pope is not in the Water Capital now, if the matter is not urgent, you can tell me, and when His Majesty the Pope returns, I will tell you on your behalf." ”

Yao Lin unconsciously showed a deep look of disappointment on his face when he heard this, but he didn't expect that he had chased him from Riol to Akuroa, the capital of water, and still hadn't seen this mysterious generation of popes.

But just when Yao Lin wanted to speak, he heard a voice sound, "Hello, I want to meet His Royal Highness the Holy Maiden Rosan, it was His Majesty the Pope who asked me to come, this is a token of His Majesty's Crown." ”

After the Holy Maiden Roshan heard this voice, her originally calm face seemed to be much brighter in an instant, and she directly bypassed Yao Lin, came to the person who spoke up, and said, "I am Roshan, can you show me the token of the Pope's crown?" ”

The person who spoke out, that is, Marco saw the Saint Roshan for the first time, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and was amazed by the temperament of the Saint Roshan, and he didn't come back to his senses quickly and handed the token in his hand to the Saint Roshan.

Saint Rosanne took the token and looked at it, and immediately confirmed Marco's identity, and couldn't help asking, "What about His Majesty the Pope?" Didn't he come back with you? ”

"His Holiness the Pope has something to do with a trip to Central City, and he should be back soon." When Marco heard the question of the Holy Maiden Roshan, he directly told Chen Anxia's whereabouts.

Hearing this, the Holy Maiden Roshan nodded to indicate that she knew, then turned to look at Yao Lin and his party, and said, "You have also heard, if you are not in a hurry, you can stay in the Water Capital for a while, and His Majesty the Pope should return soon." ”

Seeing this, Marco couldn't help but look at Yao Lin and his party, curious about what the identity of Yao Lin and his party was.

Yao Lin thought for a moment when he heard this, and then remembered the situation in the new country, there was not so much time for him to waste, and Central City, the holy land of alchemy, was originally one of Yao Lin's goals.

Thinking about it, I saw Yao Lin say with a firm expression, "We won't stay, let's go directly to Central City to see if we can meet Your Majesty the Pope, if not, we will find time to come again." ”

Seeing this, Saint Rosanne didn't say much, after all, this was the other party's choice.

There was already some chaos in Central City, but now there is one more prince of the new kingdom who is looking for the sage of the east and the immortal arts, and the situation seems to be getting more and more chaotic.

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