"In the name of the Son, the song of holy war, the holy formula, the holy soul, the holy revelation, the holy punishment, the holy end, the holy city. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The eight holy wars led by the Holy Son will start a battle in this holy city, and the holy wars that survive will be worshiped as the Holy Son, and the dead will be turned into the Holy Spirit.

The sunset falls, the dark yellow light spreads down, shaping the shadows of the trees around, the breeze blows, quiet and far-reaching, making people feel refreshed!

On the streets of the holy city, on the bluestone-paved road, a wise old man and a lovely girl walked side by side, and the dark yellow sunset bathed every corner and every house in the holy city, and life was quiet and beautiful, but ...... No matter how beautiful the sunset is, it doesn't seem to bring a glimmer of light to this holy city that has been ruined by holy wars.

The sun is setting!

Night falls!

On the dark paths of this holy city, a young man in simple clothes ran out of the city in a panic. It seems that as long as he survives, even if it is a road to hell, the boy will hold on to this only hope.

Hope is dashed!

Hope will not be lost!

Such thoughts kept coming to the boy's mind!

A black shadow was like a leopard, closely chasing after the young man, his whole body was full of killing intent, and every movement of his was full of cruelty from the beast.

That cruelty is innate!

It was getting darker and darker, and the ragged boy quickly hid in a nearby house, he squatted in the corner of the house, his thin body was still trembling with fear and grief, his pupils were constantly contracting, and he was paying attention to the subtle movements around him.

Live! Live! A belief has grown deep in the hearts of young people!

The Holy Spear is dead...... The most powerful spear with the most destructive power is dead, the most powerful hero in his heart is dead, his adoptive father is dead, his grief and fear at the moment are incomprehensible, and his hope is like a withered petal, drifting away in the wind.

The boy's eyes were full of hatred, the shadows in his heart were filled, and the changeable world, at this moment, in his heart, was only a dark hell, the source of fear. What happens in front of us will be deeply imprinted with fear and grief, which cannot be relieved, washed away, or reborn.

"Hee-hee...... Grandpa, the Stygian with the name of the Holy Spear is nothing more than that, although he has the most destructive Holy Lance, but he can't escape the end of defeat. Hey, you see, the boy who has been around the underworld, after the death of the underworld, actually ran away in a panic, and now he doesn't know where to go. Moreover, the beast-like guy who had been chasing the boy on the roof, seemed to be gone. The girl's jade face smiled, and her white face was full of contempt and pity. The one who was once known as the most destructive in the holy war, the Holy Spear, disappeared in this battle and turned into the Holy Spirit, no matter how powerful the holy war was, it would turn to dust after death.

"Yan'er, the Holy Spear Shenjia is the most respectable hero as the heir of the Holy Lance, his defeat is not his fault, remember Grandpa's words, no matter what region or time, don't underestimate any of the eight Holy Wars, their wisdom and strength are beyond the reach of ordinary people, but ...... The Son and the Holy Spirit...... Is success and failure really that important?" the old man's wrinkled face was full of tranquility and vicissitudes.

The old man's gaze fell on the wooden wall of the house, and he sighed lowly: "Poor child, sad fate, if you want to go on like this, no one will be able to redeem you." ”

"Grandpa, who are you talking to?" the girl wondered, following the old man's gaze and looking at the wall.

The thin figure swayed out from the back of the room, as if it was going to fall and die at any moment, and the young man's face had a look of grief and anger, and he clenched his hands tightly, trembling his body, mustering the last of his strength, and stepped out of the shadows. The look of compassion, tears in his eyes burst out of his eyes, and the young man raised his thin cheeks and shouted at the girl: "Shenjia is the strongest, the strongest, the strongest, I am not allowed...... No one is allowed to discredit him. ”

The boy's voice echoed in the long alley and in the air. But there was no one here to respond to him, it was already a ruined city, an empty city.

The boy's words deeply touched the girl's heart, and at that moment, the girl only felt that the boy was so fragile and pitiful, with tattered clothes, scattered hair, and a pair of distracted eyes.

"Right...... I'm sorry. The girl said with a hint of shame.

The girl's ashamed look fell on the young man's eyes, and the grief could no longer be suppressed, and he passed out.

Three months ago.

The Holy City is still so peaceful and peaceful, and this city known as a paradise and far away from the war is full of festive festivities.

However, no one could have predicted the terrible catastrophe that would happen in the future, and the Holy City would also become a battlefield of destruction, and the gears of fate were moving forward.

At the city gate, a tall man with a golden spear on his back entered the holy city hand in hand with a young man. This man, who has the name of the holy spear and the glory of the holy war, is looking at this holy city with thousands of years on his face at this moment.

Glory, fame, and peace are all praises and honors for this city.

"Father, this is the most peaceful and well-known capital city with thousands of years of history...... Holy City?" the young man asked excitedly, with a look of expectation.

"A thousand-year-old holy city, a hundred-year holy war, a holy war once every hundred years, will bring a hundred years of peace here, Dan Ding, you must remember that no matter what difficulties and setbacks you encounter in the future, you must work hard to bring a glimmer of hope to this peace, do you understand?" The holy spear and inky black eyes were full of incomparable love and hope for the young Dan Ding.

The young man nodded with a smile on his face, took a deep breath and said: "Of course, I am the son of the Holy Spear Shenjia, whether it is strength, wisdom, or honor, you are the strongest father, and as your son, of course, you will work very, very hard." One day, I will surpass my father. ”

There was incomparable love and pride in the eyes of the Holy Spear, he raised his hand, patted the young man's head, and said with a smile: "Never think about surpassing anyone, you just need to surpass yourself." ”

The boy's name was Dantin, and he named the baby Danding when he was passing through the holy city fifteen years ago. That's how the name Danding came about.

Night falls.

The entire holy city began to sleep, and peace and tranquility shrouded this thousand-year-old holy capital, but no one could have predicted that from tonight, it would be the beginning of the holy war, and killing, **, and fighting to win would replace all the peace of this holy city.