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

Grey Mang Mountain

This is a small mountain range in the western part of the Federation. Due to the harsh environment and the constant presence of poisonous miasma, there are few people living around it.

The Holy Spirit Cult chose this location as its base and has been quietly operating there for many years. They have dug intricate tunnels into the caves of the mountain, like a giant spider web.

It was the dead of night, and the darkness of the night shrouded Gray Mang Mountain like a heavy curtain. The few outposts set up by the Holy Spirit Cult, like lone lamps in the darkness, appeared precariously lit amidst the poisonous miasma. Two henchmen stood beside one of the outposts, their figures appearing exceptionally thin in the dim light of the soul-guiding lamp.

"Boss, why would anyone come to this godforsaken place?" a henchman muttered listlessly, his voice jarring in the quiet night. He wore a tattered black robe, his face showing impatience and exhaustion, and he occasionally patted the spots on his body where he had been bitten by poisonous miasma.

"Don't slack off! If Lord Blood Raven sees you, you'll be used as fodder!" a man beside him whispered. His voice carried a hint of tension and awe, his eyes constantly scanning the surrounding darkness. He was a few years older and more robust than the henchman, and knew all too well the cruelty of the Holy Spirit Cult's punishments.

"That's true, you didn't see that last one, he..." The henchman was about to continue when suddenly his voice stopped abruptly. It was as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat, and he couldn't utter a sound.

The companion waited for a while but didn't hear the second half of the sentence, which made him feel a little strange.

He turned around in confusion, only to see the henchman's eyes wide open, a deep bloodstain on his throat, blood gushing out like a fountain, instantly staining the ground red. His body swayed, then fell heavily into a pool of blood, the splashes of blood particularly glaring in the darkness.

The moment the henchmen fell, a dark figure emerged from the poisonous miasma like a ghost. The figure moved swiftly and silently, like a phantom in the night. His silhouette was tightly wrapped in a black cloak, revealing only a pair of cold eyes that gleamed with an eerie light.

Before he could react, he was forced to the ground and a dagger was pressed against his throat.

The dagger in his hand was still dripping with blood, reflecting a cold glint in the dim light.

He then asked, "Where are all the hostages you've captured kept?"

"In...in the southwest dungeon. Don't kill..."

"Hey!"

A flash of cold light, and another figure fell to the ground.

The shadowy figure surveyed the surroundings and, after confirming that it had not attracted the attention of those inside the stronghold, vanished into the poisonous miasma and headed deeper into the Holy Spirit Cult's stronghold.

Other outposts were also infiltrated and eliminated by a series of black figures. This was the Western Legion's most elite infiltration force, composed entirely of agility-type Soul Masters. At this moment, their captain, Wang Ye, personally led the team to infiltrate, reconnoiter, and rescue the hostages.

"Report! Advance team reports they've located the hostages and are evacuating civilians! Requesting instructions!"

When the advance team's report came through the soul-guided communicator, Dong Zi'an's eyes instantly sharpened like an eagle's.

His adjutant quickly converted the message into flashing data, which was then projected onto a holographic sand table suspended inside the command vehicle.

On the sand table, the green dot representing the advance force is moving rapidly toward the area where the hostages are located.

Dong Zian slammed his hand on the soul-guided control panel in front of him, and the soul power inside the command vehicle instantly shone brightly. His voice, amplified by a specially made soul-guided loudspeaker, resounded throughout the entire Western Legion like a booming bell: "All troops, listen to my command! Accelerate!" At this order, the troops, which had been advancing in an orderly manner, instantly sped up their march.

"Artillery, quickly establish soul-guided artillery positions!" With his command, the artillery units immediately sprang into action.

One after another, soul-guided artillery vehicles stopped in the designated area, and the soldiers skillfully operated them, unloading and assembling the huge soul-guided artillery turrets from the vehicles.

The cannons of these turrets gleamed with a ghostly blue light, and their internal soul energy circuits were rapidly charging. Each soul-guided cannon was equipped with an advanced aiming system that could automatically adjust its angle based on target information on the holographic sand table.

"Mech units and air units, launch an air strike!" As soon as the words were spoken, the soldiers of the mech units quickly activated their mechs.

These mechs have different designs; some are like steel behemoths, while others are light and agile.

Their surfaces are inlaid with various soul-guided devices, enabling them to unleash powerful attacks.

The air force was not to be outdone, with one soul-guided aircraft after another roaring into the sky, their wings carrying various types of soul-guided missiles and energy weapons.

"Infantry, surround Gray Mang Mountain. Once the battle begins, coordinate with the tank units to wipe out the remaining bandits!" Upon receiving the order, the infantrymen quickly dispersed and advanced in various directions towards Gray Mang Mountain.

The tank units, in coordination with the infantry, advanced slowly.

At this moment, deep within the stronghold, Blood Raven Douluo sat on a throne made of piled bones, surrounded by a group of evil soul masters who were showing off their glorious achievements.

Blood Raven Douluo wore a blood-red robe embroidered with a blood raven about to take flight, which looked particularly ferocious under the eerie green light.

Thinking about his plans within the Western Legion, a smug smile appeared on his face, as if everything was under his control.

However, he was unaware that a crisis was quietly approaching.

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Frontline Operations Command

After reading the latest report from the advance team, an operations staff officer walked up to Dong Zi'an and said, "General, the advance team reports that the hostages have been evacuated!"

Dong Zian's gaze passed over the pervasive poisonous miasma and landed on the beast-like outline of Gray Mang Mountain. His voice was deep and authoritative: "Notify the artillery, begin."

"yes!"

After the order was relayed to the artillery regiment, with the commander's command, the instruction "Unlock Soul Guidance Artillery" spread like electricity to every artillery emplacement. The cannons automatically calibrated, and the massive barrels slowly rose, pointing towards Gray Mang Mountain twenty kilometers away.

The loaders skillfully pushed the fixed-load soul-guided shells into the breech, and soul power runes flashed on the surface of the shells like burning flames.

"All troops, listen up! Target: Gray Mang Mountain! Open fire at will!" With this roar, the artillery regiment instantly erupted with a deafening roar.

One after another, level 7 fixed-position soul-guided shells streaked across the night sky like burning meteors, trailing long fiery tails as they hurtled toward Gray Mang Mountain.

As it approached its target, the projectile suddenly exploded, sending countless hot fragments flying out like a meteor shower across the mountains and forests.

It caused horrific casualties, and one after another, evil spirit masters attempted to take to the air to escape.

But immediately afterward, the soul-guided shells fired from the anti-aircraft soul-guided turrets also roared into the air, drawing a series of zigzag trajectories in the sky, and accurately hitting the Holy Spirit Cultists who were trying to take off and escape.

Finally, the ice-attribute soul-guided cannonballs fired from the long-range suppression soul-guided turrets released extreme cold upon explosion, freezing the surrounding air into ice. The mobility of a group of evil soul masters was greatly reduced, while the hit rate of the cannonballs increased significantly. Those evil soul masters who did not have time to dodge were instantly frozen.

On Gray Mang Mountain, the followers of the Holy Spirit Cult were caught off guard by the sudden artillery attack. Their soul-guided defense array was on the verge of collapse under the bombardment of so many fixed-position soul-guided shells, and cracks spread across the surface of the array.

Three streaks of light rapidly rose into the sky from Gray Mang Mountain.

Judging from their spirit rings, they were actually three Title Douluo. The spirit-guided cannonballs posed little threat to them. One powerful fixed-position spirit-guided cannonball after another had little effect on them.

Looking at the carnage scattered throughout the stronghold, they roared in anger, waving their hands and trying to use their soul power to resist and intercept the artillery fire. But in the face of the overwhelming artillery fire, their resistance was utterly futile.

As the blue-faced wolf-headed battle banner of the Western Legion fluttered on the mountaintop, the majestic aura emanating from the Limit Douluo pressed down on the Holy Spirit Cult members as if it were a tangible force.

Looking at the massive steel torrents stretching across the mountains and the high-spirited soldiers, despair welled up in their hearts, and they realized that all was lost.

The three evil spirit masters exchanged a glance, a fierce glint in their eyes, and were about to flee the battlefield that was about to be destroyed.

Just as their figures flickered and were about to disappear into the sky, five dazzling beams of light suddenly flew out from the dome where the command post was located, precisely blocking the escape route of the evil soul master titled Douluo.

These five streams of light gradually coalesced into five tall and majestic figures, who were none other than the five high-ranking officers of the Western Legion, all of whom were titled Douluo level.

Seeing that their escape was being blocked, the three evil soul masters had no choice but to make a desperate gamble.

In an instant, both sides summoned their three-word battle armor and engaged in fierce clashes, marking the start of the battle between Title Douluos.

As the battle progressed, the energy fluctuations in the high sky became increasingly intense.

The deafening roar of explosions echoed continuously, as if the entire sky were being torn apart. The powerful energy shocks distorted and deformed the surrounding air, forming enormous vortexes.

The rocks on the ground were shattered, the trees were uprooted, and the poisonous miasma was blown away by this powerful energy.

Although the three evil soul master leaders were quite powerful, they gradually fell into a predicament when faced with the combined attack of the five titled Douluo of the Western Legion.

Their defenses gradually crumbled under the attacks of the five Douluo, leaving them covered in wounds. However, they were unwilling to accept defeat and continued to fight desperately, trying to find a chance to break through.

The battle among the Title Douluos in the sky was massive, but the fighting on the ground continued.

Some cultists attempted to fly away from the bombarded hilltop, but as soon as they surfaced, some were hit directly by anti-aircraft guns, leaving no trace; others were precisely intercepted and hunted down by air and mech forces.

Some believers hid behind bunkers, trembling as they watched the shells falling from the sky. Their faces were filled with fear and despair, and their former arrogance had vanished without a trace.

The roar of the fixed-mount soul-guided shells gradually subsided, and the battlefield was shrouded in a thick layer of smoke. The pungent smell of sulfur mixed with the putrid stench of blood, making people nauseous.

One after another, soul-guided battle vehicles emerged slowly from the billowing smoke like steel behemoths. Their heavy tracks crushed everything in their path, pushing down thick trees that crashed heavily to the ground, raising clouds of dust.

When it encountered a huge rock, the serrated edge of the vehicle released a powerful surge of soul energy, instantly shattering the rock into small pieces.

The remnants of the evil soul masters were captured in the aiming scopes of the soul-guided cannons on both sides, and the soul-guided cannonballs roared out and hit the target accurately.

The shockwave from the explosion spread rapidly in all directions, blasting the evil soul masters to pieces, their flesh and blood flying everywhere. Some of them attempted to use soul skills and soul-guided shields for defense, but against the powerful soul-guided cannonball, all their defenses were as fragile as paper, instantly torn apart.

The ground troops followed closely behind the tanks, and under the cover of the tanks' firepower, they dispersed and moved quickly and orderly across the battlefield.

Whenever they spot a fish that has slipped through the net, they quickly adjust their posture and pull the trigger.

The Soul Guidance Gun fired at an extremely high speed, streaking across the night sky like a meteor and instantly piercing the evil Soul Master's head.

With tacit and close cooperation, the soldiers can fire a dense barrage of bullets in a short period of time, forming a network of fire that envelops the evil spirit masters.

One by one, mid-level officers faced their respective opponents, relying on their numerical advantage to precisely surround and kill evil soul master leaders above the Soul King level.

The remaining evil spirit masters were cornered by the attacks of chariots and soldiers. They let out desperate roars and tried to organize a last resistance.

A group of evil spirit masters joined forces to cast a secret spell of the Holy Spirit Cult, summoning a large number of vengeful spirits that rushed towards the chariots and soldiers. The vengeful spirits bared their fangs and claws, emitting sharp cries, and the air became cold and biting wherever they passed.

However, the Western Legion had a countermeasure in place. The soul-guided shields on the tanks activated instantly, enveloping the surrounding soldiers and protecting them from the vengeful spirits.

Seeing this, Xie Jiayun followed the plan and summoned her martial soul, which was black and red, with eight soul rings surrounding her.

Immediately afterwards, two spirit rings lit up, and the sixth spirit skill "Rain of Life" and the seventh spirit skill "True Body of Martial Soul" were activated simultaneously.

In an instant, a colossal phantom of the Tree of Life enveloped the battlefield, reaching hundreds of meters in height. Its branches stretched out in a winding manner, and its leaves were lush and green, each leaf shimmering with a soft light.

The tree trunk is thick and sturdy, with new buds sprouting from it, as if telling the story of the beauty of life.

With the appearance of the Tree of Life, a powerful life force spread out, and the leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound, as if it were a symphony of life.

Rays of light drifted down from the leaves, sparkling like crystals, shimmering with the light of life.

As the rain of light fell, it gradually coalesced into beams of bright light, which, like sharp swords, pierced through the darkness that permeated the battlefield.

When the beam of light touched the vengeful spirits, they let out painful howls, their bodies gradually dissipated, and the original eerie and terrifying aura was replaced by pure life energy.

Some vengeful spirits tried to escape the purification of the light rain, fleeing all over the battlefield, but the light rain followed them closely.

Under the illumination of the light rain, the bodies of the vengeful spirits became increasingly transparent, eventually turning into specks of starlight and disappearing into the air.

Those evil spirit masters who stubbornly resisted lost their last trump card and could only surrender, hoping to save their lives. But with their hands already stained with the blood of innocent people, all they received was the cold muzzle of a gun.

Meanwhile, the battle in the sky had ended. In the end, under the siege of five Title Douluos from the military, one of the three evil soul master leaders was seriously injured, and two died on the spot.

The Western Legion won a resounding victory in this battle! They defended their dignity with their fangs!

At the same time, it also stirred up a huge wave on the mainland!