Super System Plundering the Heaven

Huh!

In Ye Yu's mind, the lottery wheel quickly spun up.

"stop!"

The slender pointer eventually points to an item.

"Drip! Congratulations to the host for the fate of the fateful slate."

"this is···"

Ye Yu stroked something that suddenly appeared on the palm of his hand, and uttered a flick, "Stone of fate?"

The lottery item that appeared in Ye Yu's hands was a gray-brown slate with a thick finger, a palm-sized slab, and a roughly triangular shape.

What makes Ye Yu's bizarre is that the edges of the triangular slabs are straight and neat, but the hypotenuse appears very rough.

This triangular slate appears to have broken from a large slab.

"The lottery item will never be an ordinary slate!"

Ye Yu meditated secretly, rubbing her fingertips on the surface of the slate.

Ok?

Ye Yu suddenly hesitated, and the sensitive fingertips touched the dents on the surface of the slate. It seemed to be text?

Ye Yu's face became solemn, this slate seems very unusual!

Gently move your fingers and scan your fingertips line by line on the slate.

The sensitive touch makes the dents on the slate clearly appear in Ye Yu's mind.

The text is indeed, but the words on it are very lonely, like the text of the disappeared Mayan civilization!

If Ye Yu didn't have the talent of a literary master, I'm afraid he wouldn't recognize such words.

"... the cycle of destiny has begun, the gods will return to their homeland, and the natural disaster will come, in the next apocalyptic year!"

Ye Yu's fingers had touched the edge of the slate, and the text recorded above Ye Yu repeated silently in her heart.

"What the **** does that mean?"

Ye Yu's face showed a solemn look. The thing recorded on this slate was unknown whether it was true or not.

But if it is true, reincarnation is reopened, and the return of the gods, what does this foreshadow?

After a while, Ye Yu shook his head for unknown reasons, and then put away the slate with storage.

At the same time, the Church of Light, St. Cross Church.

Saint Seiya, the chair of the Illuminati, stood with his eyes closed in front of the statue of the bright **** in the church.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Saint Saya's body through the clear glass of the church.

The golden sunlight seemed to shroud a layer of light on him.

Da da···

A crisp footstep rang from the marble floor.

A bishop in a large red robe stood behind Saint Saiy, congratulating.

"Speaker, the high priest has heard the news that the fate stone has changed!"

Saint Saiyan slowly opened his eyes, it was a rare year, but his eyes were not turbid, but he was exceptionally bright and divine.

"Are we finally going to start? I wonder if it will be a blessing or a curse to us!"

Saint Saiyan's voice is mellow and deep, making people smell a sense of trust.

A taupe of slate is enshrined on the altar at the top of the attic of the Holy Cross Church.

The slate is thick with one finger and one square, but it lacks a large palm in the lower right corner.

On the surface of the slab, we can still see the dents, forming strange characters.

An old man with long white hair was kneeling in front of the slate, praying silently with pious expression.

"High priest, is there any revelation from the fate of fate?"

Saint Saia stood behind the high priest and asked in a voice.

For a long time, the high priest spoke out, hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

"The slate of fate just shook, and the incomplete corner has appeared!"

"what?!"

Saint Saiyan exclaimed, "Where!"

"East!"

After a long time, Saint Saiyan sighed, "It's a pity!"

"There will be a chance!"