Emberborn

Roman Augustus, an abandoned son of a mixed race of humans and demons. His father was a disabled alcoholic who was abandoned by his family, and his mother was a latent demon who triggered the first war between humans and demons - she used a rebellion to carve a mark of "original sin" on him that would never be washed away. He grew up surrounded by fists, spit and "monster eyes" curses. He had no system and no grandfather. The only thing he relied on was the slight physical advantage brought by his double bloodline and the tenacity honed in the mire. He started as a militiaman at the bottom of the border, integrated Chinese military city defense into battle formations of swords and magic, built a steel fortress brick by brick, led his army to turn the tide in the second war between humans and demons, and saved the human race with his flesh and blood - and then, under the spotlight, his demon blood was exposed. The cheers instantly turned into roars of judgment, and the world he desperately protected raised a butcher's knife against him. When the light extinguished its most loyal flame with its own hands, the abyss opened a throne for him. He reorganized himself in the darkness, was crowned on the bones of the old devil, and led a coalition of hundreds of tribes to launch the third ultimate battle against mankind - a desperate charge of flesh and magic against the torrent of steel technology. He has been chasing a light all his life. The sunshine in the cradle at birth.