The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

[Task requirements: Build trenches and fortifications (progress two kilometers, first place).]

[Mission Rewards: The eight teams that dig the most trenches will each receive a [Beacon of Hope]. The top ten players who dig the most trenches will receive a Level 1 Transcendent Seed (Warrior and Strange Walker).]

Chunjun reached out and clicked on the blue word "Hope Beacon", and soon the function of this thing popped up on it.

In short, this thing is a respawn beacon or resurrection fountain, which not only shortens the player's death time, but also allows them to be resurrected on it.

When Chunjun, who was the worst at slacking, thought about his team ranking first, he puffed out his chest proudly.

"Boss, the main force of Rome was defeated."

Levi walked over to Chunjun.

Chunjun was startled and turned to look at Li Wei.

"Go check it out online." Li Wei crossed his arms, "It's already been shared by netizens overseas."

Upon hearing this, Chunjun immediately adjusted the panel and watched the video on the external network, seeing the mighty army of goblins advancing towards the west.

"What the hell, tanks, what the hell, hot air balloons?" Chunjun was so scared that he climbed out of the trench.

"What kind of monsters are we going to fight?"

"I don't know. I always feel like there will be more in the future."

"Fuck it, how about I do a live broadcast tonight, take a bunch of fans to the game company, and talk to the game planner about the pros and cons." Chunjun looked very handsome.

Li Wei was eager for the incident to become a big deal so that he could earn more traffic, so he shouted: "There is no two suns in the sky, and in my heart there is only one sun, Lord Chunjun."

"Okay, your words are enough." Chunjun closed the task panel and grabbed the shovel beside him. "Let's go dig a hole."

"You finally dug it."

"Um, cough cough, I call this a strategic break." Chunjun waved his hand. "How's the excavation going at Point A?"

"Everything's done. Now everyone is digging at point B. I don't know how long it will take." Levi picked his nose. "Some guilds and teams are discussing whether to dig at point D."

"These are secondary. When the fight starts, the reactions of the NPCs will be real."

Chunjun waved his hand.

……

Osius stood on the balcony, looking at the sunset in the distance.

"This is the sunset in Rome." Osius closed his eyes slightly.

Arthur, who was standing behind him, knelt down respectfully and said, "Prime Minister, the food has been well preserved as per the order you issued a month ago."

"We can hold out for a year without any problems. If shipping remains smooth, then we can hold out for three to five years without any problems."

"Food isn't the main concern; whether we can hold the city is the real issue." Osius opened his eyes slightly. "We need a ceremony to restore confidence throughout the empire."

"Ritual?" Arthur looked up.

"Go to the church. I need to speak with the Patriarch." Prime Minister Osius turned his chubby body around. "Go and count the troops that can fight, and inform... Eudocia and the others to prepare themselves mentally."

Chapter 91: Sister Helen's sudden attack ~ [Two in one]

Church No. 33.

Helen, who had just finished stepping on grapes alone, came to the church's bathing area to wash her feet covered in grape juice.

After all, he has been very busy these days, and his skin is sensitive, so this makes him very uncomfortable.

"After washing my feet, I'll put on some tentacle stockings." Helen thought as she walked towards the bathroom in the church.

The church's bathroom is simple and is located in the backyard of the church, but it is more spacious than the bathroom in the monastery.

Helen filled a basin of hot water and went into the bathroom humming a little tune.

Then I saw Natalie washing her feet too.

"Huh? Helen, you're here too!" Natalie squinted her eyes happily, then patted the seat next to her, "Helen, come on up."

"Have you completed your mission?" Helen sat next to Natalie with a basin in her hand.

Natalie nodded. "Well, Father Modes praised me for my great performance and wanted to promote me to a formal nun...but I don't want to be a nun. There are too many rules."

Helen smiled slightly, then put her tender feet into the hot water.

The gentle hot water made the tired Helen hum.

"Hmm~"

"Hey, Helen, what's wrong with you?" Natalie blushed slightly. She thought Helen's voice was... so charming.

"Natalie." Helen moved closer to Natalie, "You're blushing~"

Natalie turned to look at Helen in shock, "What, what are you blushing about? I'm not blushing."

The more she spoke, the more her face flushed, which aroused Helen's scum and brat nature, so she reached out and lifted Natalie's chin, "Natalie, am I here for life and death?"

Natalie blushed and nodded.

"Natalie... maybe we can do something special~" Helen narrowed her eyes, "Come up to my room tonight..."

Ding-dong-

A long funeral bell rang out.

To be precise, the entire Constantinople was shrouded in this huge bell.

"...Ah." Helen was surprised at first, then confused, when she heard the bell. She then dropped her hand that was hooking Natalie. "This is really inappropriate."

"What's going on?" Natalie was stunned when she saw Helen's expression change three times.

"Constantine XI has died," Helen replied softly. "A time of chaos has begun. Our peaceful days here... may be over."

Natalie's pupils shrank sharply. "The empire was defeated?"

Helen didn't answer, but looked up at the window and said, "Natalie, let's go to the palace together tonight."

Natalie nodded.

……

Soon, the entire Roman people knew that their kind Majesty had passed away. The whole of Rome was suddenly plunged into great shock, which soon led to some desperate howling and riots.

Fortunately, the imperial capital's guards faithfully performed their duties of maintaining order, preventing Constantinople from falling into great chaos.

But order was maintained, and everyone's face no longer showed the yearning for a happy life as in the past, but only despair and sadness.

"My son, my son!"

Uncle Moore from 33rd Street cried bitterly while holding a photo of his son.

"Why are you crying, you grown man? Maybe your son is still in the goblin prisoner camp."

Aunt Leila, who had always been against Uncle Moore, was now less sharp and more sad and comforted, but her eyes were already filled with tears.

Her husband was on the front line of the expedition.

Their conversation was just one corner of 33rd Street, or one side of the entire downtown area.

As Helen and Natalie rode in a carriage towards the upper town, cries of joy could be heard on every street and in every community, and the words they heard most often were either "son" or "husband."

Infected by the atmosphere, Natalie reached out and held Helen's cold right hand, "Helen~ I'm scared..."

Feeling the warmth from Natalie's fingers, Helen gently stretched out her left hand to comb Natalie's hair. "It's okay. I'm still here."

Natalie buried herself in Helen's arms, "I miss Mom and Dad."

Helen held Natalie in her arms and patted her back gently.

He also missed his parents, but he was a man.

My father once said that a man should be like a pillar that stands tall and firm, enduring hardships when everyone is at their most vulnerable.

Although I look weak, you should question my weakness. Tenacity and bravery are my basic qualities.

I can only bleed and sweat.

Helen and Natalie arrived at the palace gate in a carriage and learned that all the royal children had gone to the Sophia Monastery.

"Helen, are we going?" Natalie asked.

Helen thought for a moment, then said to the guards guarding the palace, "We want to see Her Highness Eudocia. Please take us to the reception room."

The palace guards did not dare to neglect Helen because she had three letters of appointment as princess, and took Helen and Natalie to the reception room of the palace.

"Not going to...the funeral?"

On the way, Natalie whispered.

Helen shook her head slightly. "Even if we go, we'll just be on the periphery, and... give them some space."

……

"dad……"

In the hall of the monastery, Irina stroked her father's coffin, tears dripping on the glass.

Constantine XI lay peacefully in the coffin, his blood-stained face made up by a mortician, as if he had just fallen asleep.

Who knew that the goblins not only gave Constantine XI a grand funeral in the traditional style of the Church of Light, but also sent diplomatic envoys to send the body to Constantinople.

It can be said that this gave the Romans enough face and also demonstrated Hogg Thunderheart's kindness.

It is difficult to say who is more civilized at the moment.

Eudocia stood behind Irina, staring blankly at her father's coffin.

Ever since she heard the news of the empire's defeat and her father's death last night, she felt as if struck by lightning. She couldn't speak for a long time, her whole body was shaky, and she felt like a stone was pressing on her heart, unable to speak.

Standing here today, I don’t know what to do.

Moreover, she felt that she couldn't cry. Why?

I'm obviously very sad and desperate inside, why?

Nero looked at the tears that had already flowed from the corners of Eudocia's eyes. Nero retracted his gaze, slowly walked to the other side of his father's coffin, and looked at his father in the coffin with Irina.

"I once resented you, Father." Nero stroked his father's coffin and then looked away. "But now I understand you... You are right."

After he finished speaking, Nero left the monastery first.

Eudocia glanced at Nero and hesitated to speak.

She really wanted to call her brother, but the words came to her lips but she couldn't say them.

clatter! clatter!

Osius, with a pale face, walked into the hall with a serious look, attracting the attention of the monks and the two princesses present.

"You all and Nero should go down and rest." Osius said gently.

Eudocia was silent for a moment, looked at her father with longing, and then left the monastery with Irina.

Osius watched the two princesses leave, the gentleness in his eyes faded, and then he walked to the coffin of Constantine XI.

"You old thing... you are so shameless."

Osius called softly.

The monks around looked at each other. Although the prime minister's words were a bit outrageous, the other party was currently the supreme ruler of the empire, so it was difficult for them to say anything.

"Back then, the three of us—you, me, and Zoe—were discussing who would die first." Osius held his pregnant belly. "I said I would die first. I have an incurable disease called thirst. I thought Zoe would be the most likely to survive. She's a high elf!"

"It's a pity that everything is turned upside down. I'm the last one. You two lied to me, didn't you?"

"Just so I can take care of the children and run the country for you."

"Now, I've really become your babysitter."

After saying all this, Osius was panting and holding on to the coffin to catch his breath. The guards around him wanted to come forward to support him, but Osius refused.

"Osius, your temper can also affect your health."

A fat old man wearing a black robe and shawl, a round hat, and holding a golden scepter walked in.

All the monks present saluted this man.

The glorious Patriarch Ephesus, the pinnacle of the world, a level 5 transcendent.