Chapter 85

The main hall of the church has several large tapestries hanging on the walls, depicting stories from the Bible, all created by famous artists. The windows, with a diameter of 12 feet, are inlaid with 10,000 pieces of glass, each with a unique style and pattern.

The nave is dome-shaped, featuring an intricately carved marble pulpit; on both sides of the choir loft are massive pipe organs, with 141 ranks and 8,035 pipes, a scale rarely seen in the world.

After walking for a long time along the narrow prayer hall, Ymir finally arrived at the main building of St. John's Church.

At the easternmost end of the main building, seven small chapels are arranged in a circle, each named after a saint and dedicated to them. The baptistery has a beautifully carved marble baptismal font, and at the center of the main building stands a life-sized statue of Jesus.

Humans are easily influenced by their environment, and this is especially true for Ymir, who was originally a student at the Divinity School of Columbia University and has passively accepted many beliefs since his resurrection.

Therefore, when he truly visited St. John's Cathedral for the first time since his resurrection, Ymir respectfully bowed his head, raised his hands to the sky, and whispered a prayer: "Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever. Amen."

After finishing his prayer, Ymir bowed to the ground and then looked up at the statue of Jesus. A third-ranking deacon, dressed in a black cassock, quietly waited beside him. Only after Ymir finished his prayer to the Lord did the deacon place his hands together and step forward.

"The all-knowing and all-powerful Lord will hear your voice, noble Sir Knight. In the name of Jesus Christ, we pray, for it is Jesus Christ who bears our sins and washes us clean with his precious blood. He is the mediator between God and man, so we must pray in the name of Jesus Christ for our prayers to reach the Father."

Ymir stood up from before the statue of Jesus and looked curiously at the deacon who was still waiting for him late at night. It seemed that the deacon had no supernatural powers and was not the one who had summoned him.

Sure enough, the deacon bowed respectfully and said, "Sir Knight Ymir, Father Terence and his guest have been waiting for you for a long time."

After saying this, he nodded and led Ymir toward the nave of the church.

In the nave, there were rows of seats, and red candles were lit on both sides of the altar. This is the place often seen on TV where believers gather for worship, and after they pray, it becomes a sanctuary.

The deacon led Ymir to the door of the small chapel and stopped, indicating that the rules of St. John's Cathedral were quite strict. Ymir muttered to himself, "I wonder if Father Terence is always this strict, or if it's because his guest is so distinguished that even the deacons here have to be cautious?"

If Ymir had not become a full knight of the Order of St. John, he would have to call the third-ranking deacon "teacher." But since he now had a title, it was not necessary.

The deacon's ears twitched, and he smiled slightly. "Sir Knight Ymir, you are correct. Father Terence's guest is from the Vatican headquarters."

Ymir raised an eyebrow. "So, he is of high rank?"

Ymir did not study the hierarchy of the Church much, but he knew that the Order of St. John was directly overseen by thirteen Grand Knights. Could it be that Father Terence was meeting one of those thirteen Grand Knights?

The deacon did not say more. He bowed to Ymir and then retreated respectfully. Ymir pushed open the door and entered the nave, but to his surprise, he did not see Father Terence. Instead, a nun was praying silently before the altar.

Ymir looked at the strange nun from the side. She had a beautiful face, and her closed eyes trembled slightly as she prayed devoutly.

However, Ymir's eyes suddenly glowed green. What he saw was not just a beautiful nun. Behind her, a pair of several-meter-tall white wings were visible.

These were pure, holy, and sacred angelic wings.

A gentle, comforting aura, like being bathed in warm milk, spread through the nave as the wings gently flapped.

Ymir swallowed. He knew that angels and demons were mortal enemies, and he wondered how an angel would react to encountering a vengeful spirit from Eastern legends.

However, Ymir guessed that the reaction would not be friendly.

Fortunately, after being tested by Dr. Conners' equipment, Ymir was about 80-90% sure that as long as he did not transform into his vengeful spirit form in front of the nun, she would not notice anything unusual.

What was strange, though, was that even if Father Terence had summoned him in the middle of the night, it made some sense. But the being in front of Ymir was clearly not human. Why had such a being summoned him?

Ymir did not interrupt the nun's prayer but silently walked to a pew and sat down, feeling a headache as he thought, "This is getting stranger and stranger. Is the world I was reborn into really the Marvel Cinematic Universe?"

He recalled the superhero movies he had watched in his past life. Most of them could be categorized as science fiction, and he had never heard of the existence of gods in worlds like "Captain America" or "Iron Man."

"Wait, maybe Thor from 'Thor' counts as a god?" Ymir's thoughts suddenly paused, and he felt a mix of amusement and frustration. If the Norse gods were aliens, and Jesus Christ was also an alien, what did that make his family? The first ancient Roman family to kill an alien? That was absurd!

Ymir's lips twitched, and he felt a sense of unease.

The nun's prayer continued, and the door to the small chapel beside the nave suddenly opened, casting a bright, soft light into the room. Father Terence, who looked thin and frail compared to Ymir, walked in. "Ymir, do you know what the most important power of the church is?"

Ymir looked up at him. Father Terence's face was flushed, not from alcohol but from excitement, which had caused his blood to rush to his face.

His voice, though he tried to keep it calm, still had a different tone from usual.