Douluo Dragon King: I'm creating a golden age behind the scenes!

night,

A gentle breeze, carrying the sand and dust of the western wilderness, blew into the army's encampment.

The nights in the Western Legion are quiet. The soldiers have already worked hard enough during the day, so they fall asleep as soon as they get back. The tents in the camp are neatly arranged, and the occasional soft snores can be heard from inside the tents, as the soldiers drift off into sweet dreams.

Few people walked around the camp. Occasionally, one or two patrolling soldiers would walk quietly, afraid of disturbing their comrades' rest.

However, the tranquility of the night was broken by a sudden black figure, which moved silently from between the tents in the camp like a ghost.

His movements were as light as a ghost in the night sky, each step landing precisely in the shadows, as if he had become one with the darkness.

He seemed to know the layout of the camp like the back of his hand, skillfully avoiding the sight of the patrolling soldiers and evading the scanning of the aerial soul-guided detectors.

Every time a patrolling soldier turned around, every time the detector's beam swept across, he could perfectly conceal himself.

Finally, he arrived at the outer edge of the camp's soul-guided shield. This shield was a solid defensive line for the camp, emitting a faint light, like a transparent barrier that isolated the camp from the outside world.

He took out a small soul-guiding interference device from his pocket. The device was covered with mysterious soul-guiding runes and emitted a faint light.

He operated the device rapidly with both hands, circulating his soul power, causing the runes to flash even more intensely.

As he manipulated the shield, a brief breach appeared, the breach resembling a black vortex that flashed across the shield.

In that fleeting moment, several figures swiftly slid in from outside the camp. Their movements were equally agile, and they landed without making a sound.

These men, dressed in black close-fitting clothes and with their faces covered by black cloth, revealing only their sharp eyes, made a clear target and quickly ran towards the Western Legion's warehouse.

Inside the camp, the patrolling soldiers continued their patrols in an orderly manner, seemingly unaware that danger had quietly descended upon them.

The soul-guided detectors in the sky continued to scan the area around the camp tirelessly, but the brief loophole had disappeared, as if nothing had happened at all.

However, an undercurrent was quietly brewing in this seemingly calm night.

. . .

Base warehouse

This warehouse, located in the northern part of the base, stores more than half of the Western Legion's level 7 and below fixed-position soul-guided artillery shells.

The warehouse door was made of heavy alloy and covered with complex and intricate rune arrays that shimmered with a ghostly blue light, as if warning any intruders.

The shadowy figure skillfully inserted two keys into the keyholes on either side of the door. The keys fit perfectly into the lock cylinders, making a soft "click" sound.

However, the door did not open immediately; a special password was required. But at that moment, the figure in military uniform, Lieutenant Colonel Zhang, suddenly stopped.

His body trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of hesitation and struggle.

Lieutenant Colonel Zhang slowly turned around to face the others, his voice low and suppressed: "I've brought you in as you asked. Where are my family members? I need to confirm if they're still alive."

His gaze was fixed on the other person's eyes, trying to find a clue about the safety of their family.

The leader of the shadowy figures let out a low, cold laugh: "Heh, Lieutenant Colonel Zhang, don't worry. For the sake of our long-term cooperation, we certainly won't kill them." As he spoke, he pulled a pink hair clip from his pocket and slowly handed it over.

The hair clip had a small cartoon character embedded in it, which looked quite comical in the dim light.

Lieutenant Colonel Zhang's eyes sharpened instantly as he looked at the pink hair clip. His hands clenched involuntarily, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He recognized it as his daughter's favorite hair clip, which she always wore when she went out. The thought that his daughter might be in danger at this moment filled him with anger.

"You!" Lieutenant Colonel Zhang's eyes widened in anger, his hand holding the hair clip trembled slightly, as if he was about to explode in rage. His chest heaved violently, like an enraged lion.

However, when he thought of his family's safety, his anger gradually subsided. His brows furrowed tightly, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

In the end, he sighed helplessly, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.

He slowly walked to the combination lock, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

His fingers tapped lightly on the combination lock, each tap feeling like a blow to his heart. As the last number was entered, the door opened slowly with a deep rumble.

A pungent smell of gunpowder wafted through the air. Rows of neatly arranged, fixed-position soul-guided shells were displayed in the warehouse, gleaming with a metallic sheen under the lights.

Lieutenant Colonel Zhang stood at the door, looking at the scene before him, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He knew that his actions could bring great disaster to the Western Legion, but for the safety of his family, he had no choice. He silently prayed that all of this would end soon and that his family would be safe.

"Very good, Lieutenant Colonel Zhang, you are a smart man. It's a pleasure working with you!" The man in black nodded in satisfaction.

Just as he stepped into the warehouse, preparing to collect and transfer these soul-guided shells...

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing alarm blared like the roar of an enraged prehistoric beast, tearing apart the once silent night.

It circled and vibrated wildly above the base, each sound pounding heavily on people's eardrums and instilling fear.

More than a dozen high-powered soul-guided searchlights, like a dozen small suns, instantly illuminated the originally dim environment around them as bright as day. The intense light converged from all directions and shone directly on the area where the men in black were.

The lights were so bright they were almost blinding.

Under the intense light, the men in black were like clowns exposed on stage, their every move and expression laid bare.

From the surrounding buildings, squads of well-trained soldiers emerged like wolves. They wore uniform military uniforms, carried advanced soul-guided weapons, and their eyes revealed the unique determination and courage of the Western Legion.

The soldiers quickly formed a tight encirclement around the warehouse, trapping the men in black and their accomplices in the middle.

"They've got some nerve, actually setting their sights on my Western Legion."

A figure slowly emerged from the crowd. He stood tall and straight, like an unshakeable steel fortress, exuding the iron-blooded aura of someone who had been through many battles. This person was none other than Dong Zi'an, the commander of the Western Legion—a level 99 Limit Douluo and Ferocious Wolf Douluo.

His face was resolute and stern, and the scar that ran diagonally from the corner of his left eye to his cheek resembled a ferocious centipede, adding to his chilling majesty. His eyes were piercing, and every glance was like a sharp blade that could pierce through people's hearts.

Behind him, Minister Li and Xie Jiayun, along with a group of other senior military officers, filed out one after another.

One of them seemed to realize that something was wrong, his eyes darted around, and he was about to make a move in secret.

Dong Zian keenly noticed this subtle change. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sharp gaze shot towards the man like lightning. In an instant, a vast and terrifying spatial force surged forth from his body. This force, like an invisible shackle, instantly enveloped the entire warehouse.

The shadowy figure who tried to make a move felt as if the space around him had frozen, and his body was locked in place by a powerful force, unable to move even a finger.

The surrounding air seemed to suddenly become heavy, making it hard for him to breathe. He could clearly feel the power of that spatial force, a power beyond his comprehension, which filled him with despair.

Dong Zian coldly stared at the locked-up figure, a slight sneer curling at the corners of his mouth.

Without even glancing at them, he turned and left, leaving behind a voice that echoed like muffled thunder in the warehouse: "You are not qualified to cause trouble on the territory of my Western Legion."

Minister Li also gave the order directly, instructing the surrounding soldiers to arrest them.

"Arrest them, send them to the intelligence department, and interrogate them thoroughly!"

"yes!"