Soon, the holy radiance symbolizing the God of Storms appeared. The light ahead was coming from the church.
"Is anyone there?"
He stopped seven or eight meters from the church entrance and shouted inside.
After a long silence, an aged voice answered, "Some... one... is... here..."
"Are you the Bishop of the Church of Storms?"
"Yes... I... am..."
"May I ask what you think of the God of Storms?"
After another stretch of silence, the voice answered, "He has... two eyes, one mouth, two nostrils, and two ears."
"..."
Great. If you really were a Bishop of the Church of Storms, Leodero would have fucking blasted you to ashes long ago.
But didn't [Genius on the Right] say that any divination result it produced would be free of interference and misdirection? Could the City of Calamity's standing as a Sefirah be so high that even my cheat doesn't work?
Tap, tap, tap.
Footsteps slowly approached. Verdu emerged through the fog and was unsurprised to see Edward. "So it really is determined to make us enter the Telegraph Office?"
With that, he headed straight forward.
Edward hurriedly said, "That's too dangerous, Mr. Verdu."
"I know, but the source of the fog is very likely inside the Telegraph Office."
"But what you want to find is the source of the fog, not the Telegraph Office, isn't it?"
He froze briefly. "Is there a difference?"
Edward pointed his wand at the building before them-the church. "The difference is... Confringo!"
Boom!
Amid the violent explosion, the church collapsed.
Chapter 144: Who agrees, who objects
Verdu was startled at first, then immediately understood Edward's meaning and used his ability. "I came, I saw, I recorded."
He rapidly swiped through the illusory book before him, reducing the building ahead to complete rubble.
Suddenly, the surrounding fog