Chapter 1507: The Destination of the Holy Maiden_1 Chapter 1507: The Destination of the Holy Maiden_1 On May 15th, a dense haze lood in the early morning sky.
A vast mass of heavy clouds gathered above Inracetales, hinting at an impending storm.
The delegations of various nations took special vehicles to the Holy Temple.
To the left of the Temple, a newly constructed Church of the Holy Ruins stood.
Hereafter, every coronation of a king would be held in this grand building.
Before this, every coronation and royal wedding ceremony took place in Pekin Church, which was built by the first Holy Master of the Divine Sect.
However, as the sect fell into decline, the thousand-year-old Pekin Church also withdrew from the historical stage.
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The Church of the Holy Ruins took seven years to be built, yet its luxury and magnificence surpassed that of Pekin Church.
This massive structure, more like a perfect piece of art, was situated on the banks of the Niah River.
With its back against the imposing Holy Temple, it caused everyone who saw it to gasp in amazent.
Anton Cook and Cello Cook stepped down from the car.
Looking at the towering and spectacular church in front of them, their hearts were greatly shocked.
The haze was thick today with no trace of sunlight.
The red spire of the church was engulfed in the haze, appearing sinister, solemn, but also exceptionally mysterious.
In addition to the delegations from various countries, the nobility from Percival would also co to observe the ceremony.
Very soon, the grand church was densely packed with people.
With the presence of such highly esteed figures, it was crucial to ensure safety to prevent any accidents.
Consequently, almost the entire forbidden army of the city was mobilized, with Nando taking the helm.
Aspen was among his delegation, separated from Anton Cook by Rainbow Lady; the sight of her painted face almost scared him out of his wits.
He desperately gave signals to Anton Cook, but the latter ignored him completely.
Despite the gravity of the occasion, Aspen behaved like a non-conformist.
His fidgeting was extrely conspicuous.
Randa gave him a harsh stare, and warned in a low voice, “Behave.
Do you want our royal family to beco a laughingstock?”
“Aren’t you already a laughingstock?” Aspen retorted.
Randa’s face flushed with anger, “When this ceremony is over, you are to leave imdiately.”
“I refuse.” Aspen’s refusal was firm, “I want to travel to Jinez.”
Randa was at a loss with him.
Unconsciously, she looked towards the delegation from Jinez.
Cello Cook was refined and composed, exuding an understated aura of authority.
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The young man beside him was even more outstanding.
Although there were many attractive royals present, none could overshadow this man.
He truly drew all eyes upon him.
Are all the people of Jinez so beautiful?
Randa couldn’t help but feel a longing for that country.
When she had the ti, she also wished to visit the place where she had grown up.
As she was lost in thought, the royal procession entered.
Brooklyn Crown Prince, wearing the King’s robe, slowly walked behind the procession.
The king’s robe was pure white with intricate patterns embroidered in gold.
As he moved, the robe shimred with a dignified and noble aura.
In his hand, he held the sword that symbolized the king’s identity.
Under the countless stares, he slowly walked on the red carpet to the center of the church, where every move he made could be clearly seen by the observers from all directions.
Brooklyn springled brilliantly today, attracting all eyes.
A humble bastard had stepped onto the highest position; henceforth, the entire nation would kneel at his feet and sing praises for him.
Everyone present couldn’t help but sigh at this mont.
Just then, the Silver Armor Guard made way, and the mysterious Holy Master also slowly lifted the veil today.
Although her face was still concealed behind the mask, everyone was elated to finally see her in person.
Her splendid black-gold robe failed to hide the Holy Master’s slender figure.
Her long, beautiful black hair was undoubtedly the most eye-catching.
Rumoured to have an ambiguous gender, her arrival was accompanied by a captivating fragrance, srizing everyone.
In her hand, the Holy Master held a tray covered with a red cloth.
Each step she took was slow and steady.
Everyone could only watch as the gold hem of her robe swept over the red carpet, leaving a lingering fragrance on its path.
This scene was too captivating, too sensational, making it unforgettable for everyone present.
The Holy Master walked up to Brooklyn.
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