The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

After the words fell, Helen closed her eyes slightly.

After activating the White Rose, his body felt hollowed out, but that didn't mean he couldn't move his body; he could still kiss.

In fact, he felt a little nervous about kissing Joan of Arc. Not only was he not prepared in his heart, but he also felt that he had to get Joan of Arc's consent to kiss her.

In the end, Joan of Arc did escape, but the emotion she showed was not disgust, but rather a little shyness, which made him a little panicked.

"It's better to avoid getting involved with Joan of Arc in the future. After all, she is a Frank and a saint of the Church of Holy Light."

Helen swore in her heart.

Boom!

Suddenly, Rusyat, covered in wounds, fell in front of him.

"I'm so sorry that I couldn't satisfy you two adults!" Rusyat fell to the ground and trembled.

He didn't expect that the Joan of Arc in front of him was actually a level 5 transcendent. He was at a disadvantage at the first encounter, and then was beaten up in the next few moves, with no ability to fight back at all.

No, man? That's so hollow!

Helen looked at Rusyat in front of her and couldn't help but sneer: "You took the Persian-made drugs, but you're still so weak?"

Hearing the ridicule from the little brat Helen, Rusyat immediately became furious. He forced himself to hold on to his broken body and stretched out his hand to Helen.

Click!

"Ah--" Rusyat's screams echoed throughout the corridor.

Joan of Arc pulled the holy banner from Rusyat's arm.

"Aren't you really afraid that he will suddenly attack?" Joan of Arc panted and walked to Helen.

Helen, who was leaning against the wall, tilted her head and said, "I believe you."

Joan of Arc was startled, and a faint sense of comfort and joy arose in her heart, but it quickly disappeared.

"Tsk, don't you still bully me?"

"That's not bullying, Miss Jeanne."

"quibble!"

……

When the two of them were arguing daily, Rusyat, who fell to the ground, did not accept his fate, but realized that Jeanne's Level 5 was suspected to be related to Helen.

The hope of breaking the deadlock does not lie in defeating Joan of Arc, but in Helen, who is currently powerless to act.

"As long as we get to that place!" Rusyat used his right hand, which was still able to move, to crawl towards Helen little by little.

Joan of Arc, who was standing nearby, didn't notice and was completely focused on the argument.

Helen, on the other hand, used all her strength to lift up the corner of her skirt.

"You, you, what are you going to do?"

When Joan of Arc saw Helen's action, especially when she saw the white lace triangle panties (the boxer panties were torn by Eudocia and the ones Natalie bought were new ones), she almost turned into a steam queen and immediately covered her face with her hands.

He didn't notice Helen's mysterious bulge.

"Be patient!" Helen pulled out a revolver from under her skirt, and then took out a bullet filled with her own body fragrance from the black stockings on her left leg.

"I am the winner!" Rusyat suddenly jumped up and punched Helen in the neck.

jingle!

The silver anklet on the right ankle played a role again, blocking Rusyat's attack this time.

"Joan of Arc, don't do it, let me do it!" Helen called out to Joan of Arc who was about to react and fight back.

Joan of Arc was stunned.

In that moment of distraction, Helen successfully loaded the bullet and pulled the trigger at Rusyat...

bang——

"Ahhh!"

"Why don't I do it?" Joan of Arc complained expressionlessly as she looked at Rusyart's terrified roar.

Helen was silent for a moment, then dropped the pistol to the ground. "This gun is so awful! I secretly brought one with me."

"Don't blame the gun for your poor shooting skills." Joan of Arc covered her face with her left hand, but her right hand did not stop, and ended Rusyat's life with one shot.

Chapter 80: Beauty is a disaster! ! ! [Two in one]

After dealing with Rusyat, the duration of [White Rose·Bride] also ended, the enhancement effect quickly disappeared, and Joan of Arc also changed back to level 5 from level 3.

After experiencing great power and then losing it, Jeanne was overwhelmed with anxiety and couldn't help but want to take the power back and experience the pleasure of looking down on the world again...

To put it bluntly, power is addictive, and so is great power!

"What's wrong?" Helen, who had regained her mobility, walked up to Joan of Arc and asked.

Joan of Arc stared blankly at Helen, her blue eyes filled with desire for power and possessiveness.

As long as she could obtain Helen, she would have unrivaled power; as long as she possessed Helen, everything would be hers; as long as she imprisoned Helen, she would also imprison the world...

Helen shrank back in fear at Joan's look, "Miss Joan, please be normal..."

"Huh...sorry." Joan of Arc quickly closed her eyes, readjusted her mindset, and suppressed the strange emotions in her heart.

Damn it! How could I have thought that? This is disloyalty to the Lord!

Joan of Arc immediately knelt down against the wall and prayed devoutly.

Helen was confused when she saw this scene. She simply thought that Joan of Arc was practicing prayers for the dead, so she didn't care and simply started the adventurers' favorite part - searching the corpse.

"Let me see what good stuff you have?" Helen sat on Rusyat's body and fumbled around.

It turned out that this guy was extremely poor, at least compared to Davis. Apart from money, his inheritance contained nearly a thousand bottles of healing medicine. How come this Rusyat only had a few bottles and a dozen silver coins?

Fortunately, there was something that saved the face of the dead Rusyat.

"This severely faded golden apple is a reward given by the empire to the most outstanding extraordinary veterans as a reward for honorable retirement..." Helen fell silent as she spoke.

If this was the case for an outstanding Roman veteran who was the best among all the armies after his retirement, what about other ordinary Roman soldiers?

What's more, this extraordinary veteran also indirectly expressed the attitude of the city's army towards the situation to Prince Julian.

What is even more terrifying is that currently in Constantinople, the three princes and princesses have no military prestige or influence, and only Eudocia still has some control over the navy.

"Oh, why should I care so much?" Helen put away the golden apple and prepared to keep it for Natalie.

After all, he had a crappy skill called [Beauty is a Trouble], so he'd better forget about eating this faded golden apple that could only randomly enhance his skills.

It would be better to give it to Natalie to strengthen the output of their two small groups.

After the search was completed and Joan of Arc finished praying, the two of them dragged the body back to Irina's room.

"The enemies have been dealt with, but what about that hypocritical believer?" Helen asked.

Natalie, who was guarding the door of the room, first threw herself into Helen's arms and said, "Fainted."

"He knocked him out himself." Ivilia pointed at the hypocritical believer on the ground expressionlessly.

Helen walked forward and looked at the hypocritical believer lying on the ground, and found that the guy had a big bump on his head.

"Hiss, so cruel!" Helen finally understood why the hypocritical believers were the best among the four major cults. Although they were tough in words, they were smart.

"I plan to take him back and give him to Uncle Osius." Eudocia crossed her arms, "But if this guy dies, it might alarm the black whales swimming nearby."

"This creature is difficult to kill. We need to work together to kill it instantly!" Helen suggested.

Eudocia heard this and glanced around, "Just the six of us?"

"It would be fine if we could call those two old generals." Helen crossed her arms, "But I suggest we protect the safety of the fleet members."

Eudocia lowered her head in thought, then sighed, "This is the only way."

"This creature is hard to kill," Irina said timidly. "Just scare it away."

Everyone looked at her.

Irina shrank back, "Is there a problem?"

"No, it's a good idea." Natalie raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "But are you willing to let it go just like that?"

Helen glanced at Natalie with admiration. "Although this whale is close to the undead, it's full of treasures~"

……

The black dead whale cruising on the seabed is restless at the moment. He can no longer feel the breath of his masters, and even feels that the sea water is getting colder and colder. You know, when he was in the deep sea, he didn't feel cold, but now he feels very cold on the sea surface.

Unable to bear it any longer, it simply floated to the surface of the sea, but found a thick layer of ice on the sea surface, so it broke through the ice to breathe.

After finishing spraying water, it suddenly sensed something and turned its massive body to look towards the distant Jackdaw battleship. It saw the steel beast facing sideways, its cannons aimed at it...

"I have forced it out." Natalie, standing on the watchtower, was sweating profusely.

As a Level 2 witch, being able to release large-scale frost on a sea area is already a difficult task for her.

Helen, who was standing next to her, immediately stepped forward and kissed Natalie on the cheek.

[Succubus Kiss] activated!

Natalie, who had regained her strength, immediately increased her frost control.

"Helen?"

"Well, what happened?"

"You can kiss me more often, after all, I have to fight." Natalie replied with a slight blush: "I mean skills and so on, you, you don't have to worry about it."

Helen was startled and looked away guiltily: "Well, I will agree to any request you make in the future."

"Hey? Really?"

Natalie heard Helen's whispers, and her shyness was temporarily replaced by excitement and teasing, so she turned around and stuck close to Helen.

Their cheeks touched each other, and the two soft cheeks squeezed together to form a beautiful arc.

"Be careful, pay attention to the distance, you're too close." Helen didn't dare to look directly at him, and glanced in other directions. She only felt her cheeks getting hot. There was no need to think about it, she was definitely red.

Natalie happily hugged Helen's arm and said, "I'm going to be intimate with you. What's wrong? Are you shy?"

Ever since she followed Helen, Natalie's inner scumbag has been aroused by Helen. In addition, Helen looks like a girl but acts like a mother, so it's hard not to want to bully her.

"I'm not shy!" Helen shouted with her pretty face flushed. "Hurry up and get ready for battle!"

Natalie said "oh" obediently, turned around and continued to control the frost to surround the black death whale on the sea surface to prevent it from diving.

She felt that Helen should be treated like her mother because Helen rarely made mistakes.

So, you must listen to Helen's words, but not necessarily in bed...

The black death whale in the distance also noticed that the area below was being frozen bit by bit, and it suddenly let out a shocking roar, revealing a zombie whale-like face, opened its terrifying bloody mouth, paddled its body, and traveled at high speed on the surface of the ice and sea!

"Calibrate, shoot all parameters, and control precisely."

Eudocia, standing on the bow, said lightly, and many five 380 gun barrels appeared out of thin air behind her. The five main guns and many secondary guns on the battleship also followed Eudocia and aimed at the charging Black Death Whale.

"The speed is too fast and the hit rate is too low!" Eudocia turned her head and shouted.

Ivilia beside her nodded, then jumped off the boat, landed on the ice that had already been frozen by Natalie, and rushed towards the rushing black death whale.

"Elves hidden in the wind and the earth, please lend me a hand!"

Irina on the boat summoned a civet cat as big as a leopard.

"Be good, go help Sister Ivilia catch that scary big fish." Irina reached out and touched the civet cat's head.

The civet cat meowed and jumped off the Jackdaw, walking side by side with Ivilia below.

Ivilia, who was running at full speed, glanced at the spirit cat beside her, and immediately took out dozens of daggers and the blood blade given to her by Helen from under her skirt.

"Death gives me life!" Ivilia closed her eyes and chanted a spell.

Wow!