Chapter 388: The Vanished Church

A Meng's gaze fell directly on Lei Kedun, whose form had already vanished and retreated to the side, the corner of his mouth slightly upturned, as if he had taken some interest in those Mysterious Reappearances he controlled.

Lei Kedun, whose form had already vanished, couldn't help but ask aloud, "Can't you just steal my casting ability directly? Or is this avatar unable to?"

"Guess?" A Meng chuckled lightly, spitting out a word.

Then they shifted their gaze, stepped back two paces, and casually tossed the Probability Dice they held.

Ding~ Ding~ the Probability Dice clattered onto the ground, rolled a short distance, then stopped at the edge of the plaza, six facing up!

A Meng's mouth remained faintly smiling, as if he were doing something very meaningful.

They steadied a single‑lens eyeglass over their right eye with one hand, extended the other forward, hand shaped as a grasp while gently rotating the wrist. Lei Kedun simultaneously stretched out his right hand, pulling a tranquil, silent night veil in mid‑air, quietly covering the entire Wave Church.

The Mysterious Reappearance "Night Country" directly rendered the brief concealment around the Wave Church, cutting off the Lord of Storms' control and connection to the church.

The hidden power spread silently, and neither those inside the church nor the people on the plaza noticed any problem, only feeling that the surroundings had suddenly become a bit quieter.

But in a place like a church, maintaining silence is already a sign of respect to the deities, so no one thought it was an issue, nor did anyone imagine someone being so bold as to stir trouble in front of the Wave Church.

"Eh~ who took the casino dice out?"

A sailor who had just been about to go to the Wave Church to pray to the Lord of Storms suddenly stopped, looking at the milky dice that rolled to his feet and questioning aloud.

He glanced around, saw no one noticing the dice, and prepared to pick it up first, intending to hand it to the clergy here after the prayer.

He half‑crouched, bent forward and reached out, but his hand hit the ground directly; when he moved his hand away, he saw the dice that had fallen were already gone.

The middle‑aged man dressed as a sailor rubbed his eyes, still not seeing any trace of the dice.

"Ghost!" he spat lowly, stepped forward, intending to go to the Wave Church to pray.

Just as he lifted his head, he froze again on the spot, staring blankly for a while before rubbing his eyes, checking whether he was seeing things.

"Ghost! Where's the church? Where's the Wave Church here?"

The spot where the Wave Church once stood was now empty, leaving only a huge slightly sunken pit, within which many followers of the Lord of Storms and clergy were either sitting on the ground or standing dazed.

Woo~ Woo~ the sound of fierce wind colliding with air rose, and a gray‑haired, fairly robust figure was lifted into the air by the gale.

It was Bishop Qiao Guoli of the Storm Church, who resides at the Wave Church; he had just come out of his daze to realize what had happened—the Wave Church had been stolen! Stolen right before his eyes!

He wore a deep‑blue bishop's robe embroidered with wave and storm symbols, his eyes shimmering with blue‑white light, and strands of silvery white flickering in his gray hair.

His anger almost solidified around him, granting him an extraordinary power at that moment—the power transformed from his utmost fury.

"Who!"

His voice rasped against the air, unleashing a whine of the wind domain, raising a terrifying sonic boom in mid‑air.

It was both to intimidate the surroundings and to notify the departing "Sea King" and that angel.

The gale lifted Bishop Qiao Guoli's body, suspending him in mid‑air, his gaze, infused with angry will, scanning the whole scene.

A visibly terrifying hurricane spiraled and twisted, its air currents turning in circles, completely enveloping the surroundings.

Snap! A crisp finger‑snapping sound rang out abruptly.

Cold, indifferent pale‑blue eyes emerged from various spots in the plaza, collapsing one after another, turning into interwoven crimson magma and pale‑blue flame. As if drawn by some unknown force, they quickly solidified into chains—some crimson, some pale‑blue—emitting a strong sulfur smell, rapidly converging toward where the Wave Church once stood.

"Is this your plan?"

A Meng's voice suddenly sounded beside Lei Kedun's ear, carrying a hint of curiosity and disdain.

The chains that had been swirling in the unknown where A Meng had been suddenly changed target, attacking Bishop Qiao Guoli in mid‑air.

"You only stole the church? Why didn't you also take the basement beneath it?"

Lei Kedun took a step forward, then turned to face A Meng, his tone very calm, speaking as if asking casually.

A Meng reached up to pinch his chin, answering seriously, "There are too many seals there, and I am only a barely fourth‑rank avatar, unable to resolve so many negative effects in a short time."

While A Meng spoke, Lei Kedun extended his right hand to the side, as if pulling at something invisible.

Just as he succeeded, he felt a hollow emptiness in his hand.

A Meng, standing before him, slightly lifted his right hand, as if holding a ball of invisible matter, and said calmly:

"Interesting. Invisible things can transform themselves into non‑existent things."

"What other interesting spells do you have?"

Finding this mocking ability a waste not to use as provocation, Lei Kedun muttered under his breath, then snapped his fingers, generating a wailing gale that swept the entire plaza, carrying pale‑yellow powder with a strong sulfur scent.

Before the powder could disperse, it suddenly burst into patches of pale‑blue flame, the breath of the abyss instantly spreading across the plaza.

"Provocation? Isn't that a simple matter?"

"Look, that enraged follower has already leapt onto the dark clouds."

A Meng's voice seemed to pierce the surrounding wailing wind, reaching Lei Kedun's ear directly despite the distance, reaching Bishop Qiao Guoli's ear in mid‑air, and even echoing within the layered clouds above.

No wonder the brat raised by Medici today—no one will leave Baiyam alive! —flashed through Lei Kedun's mind, and his body suddenly became transparent, turning ethereal, turning into a mass of foam.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Heavy, oppressive layered clouds shrouded the entire Luosi De Islands, and exaggerated silvery‑white lightning bolts ripped down from the sky, bearing a tangible, brutal destructive aura that struck purposefully everywhere.

Most of those silvery‑white bolts fell on Baiyam, landing where the Wave Church had once stood.

They pierced the gale barrier summoned by Qiao Guoli, scattering the pale‑blue flames flitting in the wind, and struck the spot where Lei Kedun and A Meng stood.

The scattered, floating foam, illuminated by the silvery lightning, reflected a dreamy spectrum, only to be instantly swallowed by the silver light—destruction.

"What an interesting spell."

A Meng strolled toward the outer edge of the plaza, moving as if he were a non‑existent being, completely unaffected by the surrounding lightning and gale.

When he reached the center of the plaza, he still turned back provocatively to glance at the sky layered with clouds.

The clouds in the sky were almost filled with the silvery lightning, looking like white clouds, as if an extremely terrifying storm was brewing, yet it never descended.

This is the place where the Wave Church once stood, beneath which lie countless devout followers of the Storm and the church's clergy.

(End of Chapter)