The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

"Small but cute~"

Helen's mocking words not only made the goblins angry and embarrassed, and they chased after them at full speed, but also made the girls on the boat blush (except Irina, of course).

Helen's mouth needs a lesson!

Just as Helen, that bitch, was mocking them, a huge beam of light rose from the north. The dazzling light made everyone close their eyes subconsciously, and the vibration caused made everyone on the bridge stagger. Fortunately, Eudocia, the helmsman, was a ship girl, so there was no major shaking.

"What's going on?" Irina looked up at the pillar of light rising from the distant horizon in the north, feeling anxious.

"The magical energy of the earth veins that had been deposited for many years has finally accumulated. A huge explosion of magical energy rushed straight into the atmosphere and mixed with the extraordinary power from outside the universe. Under the strong pressure from both inside and outside, after a week, the amount of magical energy increased. Advancing to level 6 or 7 is not a problem. Level 8 is the limit."

Helen announced a fact that made everyone on the bridge look at her.

"The great era has arrived. Level 5 is no longer the current limit. We can go further and move towards an era where extraordinary people are everywhere." Helen turned her head to look at the others.

Irina was silent for a moment, tears streaming down her face. "That is to say, if my mother were still alive..."

Helen nodded silently: "Yes, promotion to level 6 is a sure thing, but unfortunately, the times are not favorable."

Irina squatted down and cried, and Ivirya and Natalie followed suit to comfort her.

Eudocia fell silent and continued to pilot the Jackdaw.

"Let's go, our journey begins." Helen walked between Irina and Eudocia: "If Queen Zoe were here, she would also hope to see you safely on your way to the future."

……

Under the enormous pillar of light, all forces looked up at the rising light. The Franks looked solemn, the Neapolitans were uneasy, the envoys from the Balkan countries were terrified, the Eastern delegation sighed, the elven envoys were excited, and the dwarf envoys...

Still lifting weights.

In short, in the year 1453 of the Magical Era, when Rome fell and Constantinople fell, an era ended.

The age of extraordinary beings and technology has replaced the remnants of the medieval magic era. Some old powers will be swept into the trash, while some new forces will appear.

Of course, this also brings with it a new crisis, a crisis that was not resolved ten thousand years ago.