Chapter 1, My Childhood

Certainly, no orc would be foolish enough to come near my home in search of food, which is why it remains so peaceful here

I am sixteen years old this year, a hybrid of beast, demon, and human, and the vice-captain of the Behemoth Legion. Standing at two meters tall, my human traits are the most prominent. In the eyes of others, I am undoubtedly a handsome young man of human descent. If it were not for my robust physique, stronger than that of a Behemoth, and my innate divine power, no one would believe that I am a beastman

The Heavenly Demon Decision is divided into nine levels, further categorized into three tiers, meaning each tier consists of three levels. Advancing to the next level is exceptionally challenging; however, behind this difficulty lies the enhancement of strength. Each tier advancement brings about new changes, resulting in a qualitative leap. The text states that upon breaking through to the third level of the first tier, one can undergo the Fallen Angel transformation. After transformation, all aspects of ability will be doubled, becoming a two-winged Fallen Angel, which represents the current intermediate power of the demon race. Upon completing the Fallen Angel transformation, the practitioner will gradually become a master of dark magic, significantly increasing their proficiency in dark magic. The text reiterates that upon breaking through to the third level of the first tier, one can undergo the Fallen Angel transformation, with all abilities being doubled, becoming a two-winged Fallen Angel, which is the current intermediate power of the demon race. Upon completing the transformation, the practitioner will gradually become a master of dark magic, greatly enhancing their dark magic proficiency. When practicing to the sixth level of the second tier, one will mutate into a four-winged Fallen Angel. Currently, only the Demon King and his captain of the guard possess this level of power. The ninth level of the third tier is an unattainable realm, only reached by the legendary Great Demon God Lucifer, who is a six-winged Fallen Angel. The copy my grandmother gave me does not include the cultivation method for the final tier. The ninth level of the third tier is an unattainable realm, only reached by the legendary Great Demon God Lucifer, who is a six-winged Fallen Angel. The copy my grandmother gave me does not include the cultivation method for the final tier.

I found myself in my room at my father's residence, struggling to get up. I leaned against the wall and walked out of the house. Outside, it was pitch black, just like my gloomy mood

My life was worse than that of some servants; at that time, only my grandmother cared for me, often preparing delicious food and keeping me company. It was she who left a trace of warmth in my young heart.

Grandmother shielded me behind her and said, "Forget it, don't make things difficult for the child"

Father glanced at Grandma and said indifferently, "Forget it, death is death. Living to such an old age cannot be considered a premature death. Let's go back and have someone send some money for her burial."

When I woke up, I was back in my own room. My elder brother was beside me and said to me upon seeing that I was awake: "Grandma, I have already buried her. You can rest assured. Come, have something to eat."

The death of my grandmother is the greatest sorrow of my life, that day ... ...

One large and one small (the smaller one is naturally me) two fists collided in the air, and an irresistible powerful force emanated from the opponent's fist. I staggered back 5 steps, and a sharp pain surged through my right hand. The opponent did not relent; having just knocked me back, they immediately leaped up again, delivering another powerful punch.

I did not stop; my body followed the enemy who had taken flight. My small fist struck heavily against his abdomen, and the most unexpected thing happened

Due to my unique ability to go berserk, I have gained my father's favor, and since then, he has personally guided me in my training. I am no longer the naive child I once was; nothing can alter my determination to become an unparalleled powerhouse. From this point onward, I will deeply conceal my hatred within my heart

I hate my father because he caused my mother such pain; I hate my father because, if it weren't for him, my grandmother would not have died. Although my grandmother's death brought me the glory I have today, I do not need it. I only want the grandmother who cared for me, loved me, and cherished me

It felt as if a cold wind had swept through, instantly rendering my heart exceedingly cold, with waves of chill enveloping me

These events occurred in an instant, leaving my father and the three other guards stunned by this unusual change

My father knocked me to the ground with a slap and shouted, "Crying, all you know is to cry. Look at you, so thin and small, just like your dead mother. Your brothers could tear apart tigers and leopards at your age. But you? You can't even kill a chicken if you brought one here." As he spoke, he stomped hard on the chicken wings beneath his feet.

Grandmother gently stroked my head, looking at me with kindness, and said intermittently: "Xiang'er, grandmother... the one I worry about the most... is you. You must promise grandmother... to be a... strong person... and live well. You should not... blame your father too much. The orc tribe is like this... they only revere strength... and have no sense of kinship." You should not... blame your father too much. The orc tribe is like this... they only revere strength... and have no sense of kinship.

Grandmother rushed out upon hearing the noise outside, and upon seeing me fall, she immediately frowned. While helping me up, she said to my father: "What are you doing? It's a rare occasion, why are you picking on Xiang'er?"

One can only discern from her outline that she must have been a beauty in her youth. She hates her father and also despises him. Similarly, she hates me as well, because I am the son born to her under her father's tyranny

I placed my grandmother on the bed, while I lay by the side of the bed, gasping for breath.

The second stage involves gradually applying the gas that is taking shape externally to form a protective shield capable of blocking various attacks. I am still in the initial stages of this phase.

During the day, I persist in practicing the Thunderbolt Unloading Armor, while the evening is an excellent time to practice the Heavenly Demon Technique. Compared to the Thunderbolt Unloading Armor, the Heavenly Demon Technique is much more complex and difficult to comprehend. It cannot be entirely classified as a martial art nor can it be fully considered magic; it is a method that combines both martial and magical elements.

"Grandma, Grandma, how are you?" I feel exceptionally weak and in pain all over, especially my left hand, which feels as if it is splitting apart with waves of intense pain. It lies quietly beside my body, and I cannot muster any strength at all.

The Behemoth Guardian, who had thrown Grandma aside, knelt on one knee, glanced at Grandma, and then turned to his father and said: "King Leo, I ... ... "

Seeing the chicken wings covered in dirt, my tears flowed down uncontrollably

The term "second brother" refers to my second elder brother. If it is truly like this, I would probably not only suffer but also face severe consequences, as my second brother, Lei Hu, is notoriously known for his fiery temper.

Ah! Kill... With a loud roar, my entire body trembled, and an astonishing aura erupted from me, causing the surrounding leaves and grass to rustle. With a bang, a half-meter diameter hole exploded from the torso of the Behemoth Guardian, centered around my thrusting fist, and it was clear that it would not survive.

In the realm of the orcs, it is quite difficult to find such a place, as the orcs adhere strictly to the principle of survival of the fittest, where every orc has the potential to become prey for another orc

"Elder brother, I beg you, please take me to see grandmother; she is about to die," I said, tears streaming down my face.

My father is the only son of my grandfather, inheriting his excellent lineage. He stands over 5 meters tall, and even now, his arms are thicker than my waist

The father did not feel sad about the death of the guard; instead, with an excited expression, he said: "Take Lei Xiang away, he is already exhausted. Find a place to bury your companion, and let that old thing fend for itself."

I have arrived. I quickly ran to the kitchen, and a rich aroma of meat greeted me. "Grandma, I love you to death."

Due to my rapid progress, I have now been promoted by my father to the position of Deputy Commander of the Behemoth Legion, alongside several of my brothers. In reality, I hold a title without any real power. All authority lies with my brothers, and I only need to focus on my training each day. Naturally, as someone who has no interest in commanding the army, I am quite content to enjoy my leisure.

Blood sprayed all over me, my internal organs flowed out from the gaping wounds, resembling a rotten watermelon, not a single piece intact. The towering body of the monster guard slowly toppled backward, while I stood there motionless, my hair gradually returning to green.

I quickly grabbed a chicken wing and ran outside, eating it while bouncing and jumping in the yard

Just as I was about to step out of the door, a wave of weakness struck me, causing my body to sway and fall to the ground

I floated to the side, propelled by the force of the rebound, gazing at my remarkable achievement. It seemed as if all my frustrations had been vented with that punch, and I felt much more at ease. I took several heavy breaths, and the feeling of restlessness had long since dissipated without my noticing.

"Lei Xiang, come here, Grandma has made your favorite braised chicken wings for you." The kind voice of Grandma came from beside my ear

Elder brother, let me go. I crawled to grandmother's side and lifted her frail upper body. The dew had already soaked her clothing. I shook her gently, saying: "Grandmother, please wake up, please wake up."

I grasped my grandmother's hand, pressed it against my face, and cried out: "Grandma, please don't speak anymore, just take a rest for a while, everything will be fine."

Hearing this sound, I trembled all over as five tall figures stood behind me, blocking the bright sunlight. In the center was my father. It turned out he had come to visit my grandmother, accompanied by four Behemoth guards.

Thus, I spent seven days in a daze, surviving only on the food that my father forcibly made me eat.

Due to her preference for tranquility, my grandmother did not live with the family, and since there was no one to pay attention to me, I followed her out.

If the technique of Heavenly Thunder Unloading Armor were to be cultivated by humans, it would at most be a second or third-rate skill. However, when practiced by us, the Bimon, the results are vastly different. Back in the day, my grandfather relied on the formidable defensive power of Heavenly Thunder Unloading Armor to withstand a strike from a Dragon Knight, which provided him the opportunity to slay both the knight and his dragon, thereby establishing an immortal achievement.

I shouted loudly: "Grandma." In my desperate struggle, my innate divine power finally erupted, allowing me, a twelve-year-old child, to break free from the grasp of a behemoth.

I now feel that nothing is important anymore, the only support in my life has gone, and what meaning is there left for me alone, my eyes are hollow. I stare blankly at the wall.

Grandma said with a bitter smile: "Silly child, Grandma knows her own body. Please help Grandma back to the house."

My hand is not broken; with my frail body, I surprisingly managed to block this blow, but my foot is already deeply embedded in the ground

I cried out, "Grandma, Grandma." The sound pierced through the roof of the house. I casually tucked the booklet into my bosom and then fainted.

Child, you should come back to see Grandma. Grandma did not suffer in vain for you, cough, cough. Grandma coughed up some blood.

The elder brother glanced at the sky and nodded, saying, "Alright, but you must return before dawn"

Alright, alright, let's hurry up and go. As long as we can save Grandma, I am willing to do anything.

She has never truly received her father's affection and has suffered from exclusion and bullying by other concubines.

As I turned to walk back, suddenly, my intuition warned me of danger. Ever since I practiced the Heavenly Demon Technique, my senses have become much sharper than before. Instinctively, I circulated my energy through my hundred meridians and clenched my fists. In a deep voice, I shouted, "Who is there? Come out."

I rushed to my grandmother, lifted her body, and cried out: "Grandma, Grandma, how are you? Dad, please save Grandma, I beg you."

A deep voice sounded behind me: "Lei Xiang, where is your grandmother?"

Due to his esteemed status, he naturally possesses countless concubines, and I am the offspring of him and a human woman he seized. Among his four sons, I am the youngest and was once the least favored son.

Father murmured: "Leixiang has gone berserk, Leixiang has actually gone berserk, it has been a hundred years since a berserk Beamon has appeared." Even with Father's formidable strength, he could not go berserk; a berserk Beamon could rapidly increase its power to several times its original level.

I suddenly felt a surge of power throughout my body, a sensation of having nowhere to release it. I stepped forward with my left foot, pushed off the ground with force, and in an instant, I sprang up from the ground. Then, I concentrated all my strength into my right fist, and with a heavy "thud," it struck the ground. The area within a meter first formed a network of cracks, followed by a loud "boom" as a deep half-meter hole was blasted out.

Grandmother's face turned pale as she grasped my hand and weakly said, "Don't plead with him, let's go back to the house."

It was only four years ago, after I gained power, that my mother finally had a house of her own. She rarely spoke, and every time I saw her cold gaze, I felt a chill in my heart

I gradually became aware of my surroundings, though I could not tell how much time had passed

My grandfather was one of the most powerful warriors in the Behemoth Legion of the Orc tribe. Eighty to ninety years ago, he once killed a dragon with his bare hands, earning him the glorious titles of the First Warrior of the Orcs and the First Warrior of the Behemoths. He stood over five meters tall, and at that time, there were few rivals on the entire continent.

The process of Heavenly Thunder Unloading Armor is divided into three stages. The first stage is internal to external, somewhat similar to practicing ordinary fighting energy. It involves enhancing physical fitness through meditation, boosting the body's immunity, and gradually changing the physical state. According to my father, the first segment of this technique is extremely important; in simple terms, it is a process of rebirth. This is a process I have just completed over the past four years. By the second year of practice, my exceptional talent gradually emerged. Although I am small in stature, my strength is not inferior to that of any peers, and in fact, it may even surpass them. The first segment of this technique is extremely important; in simple terms, it is a process of rebirth. This is a process I have just completed over the past four years. By the second year of practice, my exceptional talent gradually emerged. Although I am small in stature, my strength is not inferior to that of any peers, and in fact, it may even surpass them. Now, with my strength combined with the transformation from practicing Heavenly Thunder Unloading Armor, my abilities have already caught up with several of my older brothers.

Father swiftly grabbed me and threw me to a subordinate, saying to Grandma: "I will discipline my son without your interference. I am merely passing through this time. If you wish to live a few more years, do not meddle in my affairs." With that, he turned to leave

My mother is a very tragic woman, and no one knows her origins. Although she is not yet forty, she appears incredibly aged, with wrinkles and gray hair that should not be present already familiar to her.

Hatred and anger burned red in my eyes, I looked up to the sky and roared in fury, my entire body felt like it was boiling with blood, and suddenly I felt a surge of heat in my brain, charging like a mad bull towards the murderer of my grandmother

Grandmother trembled as she pulled out a thin booklet from under the pillow and handed it to me, a flush crossing her face: "This is the treasure of the demon clan... a copy of the Heavenly Demon Technique... it was stolen by me back in the day... as an act of revenge... only those with royal blood of the demon clan... can learn it, you must study it well... once you master it... you can transform into a fallen angel... only... the strong... can survive... do not let your father... know..."

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What makes me feel ashamed is that after practicing for four years, I have only just entered the second level. Since I began practicing the Heavenly Demon Technique, I have found that I greatly enjoy solitude; I feel a strong aversion to crowds, and I have developed a preference for wearing black clothing. The dark power cultivated through the Heavenly Demon Technique is indeed a formidable force, but each time I attempt to use it, I sense my heart gradually becoming colder. I am now able to utilize some simple dark magic, such as mind control and corrosion, with the dark power. The dark magic derived from the Heavenly Demon Technique is significantly more powerful and purer than that practiced by ordinary dark magicians, and it carries relatively less risk (as using dark attribute magic may lead to backlash). However, the practice is exceedingly arduous (this is my personal experience mhetushu.com). The dark magic derived from the Heavenly Demon Technique is significantly more powerful and purer than that practiced by ordinary dark magicians, and it carries relatively less risk (as using dark attribute magic may lead to backlash). However, the practice is exceedingly arduous (this is my personal experience mhetushu.com)

The response I received was a tremendous force, a massive fist gradually growing larger as it sliced through the wind. The energy rustled the surrounding grass and trees, and I felt as if I were a trapped wild beast, a strong sense of crisis reminding me. I sank my waist and took a step forward with my left foot, letting out a "Hey" as I struck heavily against the opponent's fist. This was the attack method my father taught me; he said that with our own formidable strength, we must engage the enemy head-on to fully unleash our power. All fancy techniques are mere nonsense; overwhelming strength is the best way for us to achieve victory.

It is evident that marrying into the orc kingdom was not her choice, but fortunately, she did marry into it, because without her, where would I be

I jumped out of the room and came to the yard. I looked around to confirm that there was no one, then quickly slipped out of the house and into the open wilderness. Inside the house, I felt like a bird in a cage; it was much more comfortable outside. The cold night breeze, mixed with dew, gently brushed against my clothing. The chilling and transparent sensation made me feel exceptionally comfortable. The dark magic within me flowed naturally.

"Grandma," I cried out in despair, yet Grandma remained lying in the same place.

In his eyes, his grandmother was clearly not as important as a Mongolian warrior

Grandmother's cracked lips moved slightly, her eyes slowly opened. Upon seeing me, she smiled faintly and attempted to reach out to stroke my head, but her frail body prevented her from doing so; her hand only lifted halfway before falling back down.

The third stage is essentially an enhancement of the second stage, merely indicating that once the fighting spirit reaches a certain level, it can be used to harm the enemy. The father has already completed this stage; with his overwhelming strength, he can use heavenly thunder to disarm and strike down anyone within ten meters. Even dragon knights, if not in sufficient numbers, cannot pose a threat to him

Slowly exhaling the impure air from my body, I got out of bed and looked at the bright moonlight outside the window, feeling a wave of loneliness. I was startled within, wondering what was happening. Could it be that I practiced the Demon Suppression Technique incorrectly today? I reflected for a moment but found nothing amiss.

Before turning eighteen, my father had already defeated all opponents among the orcs. He possesses a fierce and violent temperament, along with immense strength. He is the foremost warrior of the Behemoth, the commander of the Behemoth Legion, and truly the Behemoth King. Under his leadership, the orcs have not suffered any significant losses in battles over the past few decades. Therefore, among the orcs, my father's reputation is undoubtedly on par with that of the Orc Emperor

My grandmother is also the closest person to me in this world. If she were still alive, she would be eighty-five years old this year, and she is the best person to me. She married my grandfather, who was already in his forties, when she was sixteen. She often tells me that she is a victim of politics

Later, I became aware; my grandmother's words before her death became my endless motivation—"You must promise Grandma... you must be a... strong person..." "...only... the strong... can survive." I must become a strong person, an unparalleled strong person.

In order to resist the might of humanity, the Orcs and the Demons engaged in a series of political marriages. My grandfather was one of the participants in these unions; through marriage, he took the daughter of a concubine of the Demon Emperor as his wife, who is my grandmother

The relationship between my father and grandmother is not good. Although they are part of the Warcraft Alliance, my father has always looked down on the demon race, often saying that only the members of the Fallen Angel Legion have some real ability, while the rest of the demons are merely living off scraps. My father values strength above all, so he naturally does not regard someone as weak as my grandmother, who is incapable of even tying up a chicken, with any respect.

"Lei Xiang, how did you get out of bed? Come, quickly go back and rest." A tall figure walked into the room and picked me up.

I opened my eyes and saw the only elder brother in the Behemoth who had a somewhat decent relationship with me—Leilong

My father and the librarian passed down to me the technique of Heavenly Thunder Armor Removal, which is a form of martial arts akin to fighting spirit, primarily focused on defense. As members of the Beamon tribe, we are naturally endowed with strong physical attack and defense capabilities, as well as a high resistance to magic. To better leverage this advantage, our ancestors developed this set of Heavenly Thunder Armor Removal techniques, which mainly aim to regulate bodily functions, enhancing defensive power to perfection. Once practiced to a certain level, it can generate a defensive field similar to a fighting spirit shield. As members of the Beamon tribe, we are naturally endowed with strong physical attack and defense capabilities, as well as a high resistance to magic. To better leverage this advantage, our ancestors developed this set of Heavenly Thunder Armor Removal techniques, which mainly aim to regulate bodily functions, enhancing defensive power to perfection. Once practiced to a certain level, it can generate a defensive field similar to a fighting spirit shield

I do not know where the strength came from, but I surprisingly managed to lift my grandmother and staggered back to the house, while my elder brother wisely did not follow.

As she spoke, my grandmother lunged forward to grab my Bimon guardian, trying to pull me back. However, her frail body was no match for the powerful Bimon beast. The guardian merely shrugged, and she was thrown aside. Poor grandmother's back collided with a large rock, and with a cry, blood gushed from her mouth

The powerful figure of my elder brother, nearly five meters tall, lifted me as easily as a withered straw. Soon, we arrived at grandmother's house under the cover of night.

"What should we do, King Leo?" a guard asked

Ah, it is already evening, I wonder how grandmother is doing

"Silly boy, eat quickly." With a smile, the wrinkles on Grandma's face gathered together, and the marks of time were so evident on her.

Grandmother's face turned red with anger as she shouted, "Leo, is this how you speak to your mother?"

A loud noise came from outside. The elder brother frowned and said, "What a loud thunder, it seems a heavy rain is about to fall"

Seeing my timid demeanor, my father was filled with anger. He struck the chicken wing from my hand and exclaimed, "What kind of appearance is this? Does this look like my son? I do not have a son as weak as you."

My fist unexpectedly penetrated the incredibly tough skin of the Behemoth Guardian. It let out a furious roar and brought its hands down from above. Instinctively, I raised my other hand.

As night falls, I sit cross-legged on my bed, gathering the dark power within me. The surrounding darkness becomes my best friend, continuously providing me with dark energy. I spend two hours channeling the cold dark magical energy according to the second layer of the Heavenly Demon Technique, feeling a slight improvement.

I whispered, "Grandma is in the house." I was indeed very afraid of my father

Ignoring my injuries, I walked out the door in a daze. Large raindrops fell with a patter, and gradually, the rain intensified, continuously washing over my body. In the hazy mist of the rain, I seemed to see my grandmother's kind face again. I lunged forward, but found nothing but emptiness. My elder brother hurriedly helped me up, covered in mud, and dragged me back into the room

Tears have already soaked my collar, and I tightly grasp my grandmother's wrinkled hand, weeping: "Grandma, please don't say anything, you will be fine, you will definitely be fine."

The father snorted coldly and said in a gruff voice: "Mind your own business. Come here, take this little beast back and teach him a good lesson for the second one."

Among the orcs, women can only serve as subordinates to men. It is rare for him to pay attention to his grandmother; how could he come today

The Behemoth Guardian was momentarily taken aback, then raised one hand in an attempt to block my attack. My eyes turned blood red, and even my originally light green hair transformed into a deep crimson. My speed exceeded five times the usual, and with a loud crash, I actually sent the Behemoth Guardian, who was twice my height, flying.

Four years ago, I was subjected to bullying by everyone; no one treated me kindly. Behind my father's back, they all called me a bastard. Apart from my elder brother, who could still treat me with a sense of normalcy, everyone else said I was my father's worst son

Thus, in the air, three disproportionately sized hands came together, producing a sound akin to that of striking a defeated banner