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

the next day, early in the morning

As the first rays of dawn pierce the night, the sky seems to be slowly sliced ​​open by an invisible blade, revealing the pale white of dawn.

In the distant sky, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed, like a shooting star trailing a long flame, rushing towards the camp below with a breathtaking momentum.

The white light was extremely fast, traversing a vast distance in the blink of an eye. Wherever it passed, the air was violently rubbed together, producing a sharp whistling sound.

The beam of light suddenly converged.

A figure stood tall and imposing among them.

The newcomer was tall and imposing, dressed in a spotless, pure white battle robe that seemed to be woven from threads of light, with faint golden patterns flowing along the edges of the robe.

What is most captivating is the pair of enormous, real wings behind him—pure white, each feather shimmering with a warm, jade-like luster that also hints at a sharp edge.

The wings were not fully spread, but were naturally folded behind the leader. However, the holy light emanating from them was enough to dispel the remaining gloom and bloody smell in the camp, and made everyone who was bathed in this light feel a warmth and purification from the depths of their soul.

Southern Legion Commander, contemporary Angel Douluo, and a level 99 Limit Douluo standing at the pinnacle of Soul Masters—Le Zheng'en!

His face was aged, yet it exuded a fortitude and majesty forged in the crucible of battle. His eyes were as deep as the starry sky, but at this moment they carried a hint of barely perceptible compassion as he surveyed the camp that had suffered so much damage.

The soul power emanating from him was like a surging undercurrent beneath a calm sea, seemingly restrained, but in reality containing a terrifying power capable of moving mountains and filling the sea.

Within its power, two completely different qualities—holiness and ruthlessness—are perfectly blended together: holy light shines forth, cleansing away filth; battle intent soars to the heavens, annihilating evil!

This contradictory yet powerful unity is the ultimate truth of the Angelic Martial Soul, and also the unique quality of Le Zheng'en as the legion commander.

A deathly silence enveloped the camp.

Immediately following was a gasp of shock, followed by the clatter of a weapon falling from a hand to the ground!

"Commander! It's the Commander of the Archangels!"

"Angel Douluo! Lord Yue Zheng'en has arrived!"

"We...we're saved!"

After a brief silence, came a volcanic eruption of ecstasy and shouts! The soldiers' last vestiges of confusion, fear, and exhaustion seemed to be completely replaced by unbelievable excitement and fanatical worship!

Le Zheng'en's gaze finally fell on the camp commander. Le Jun bowed solemnly, and the old man nodded slightly. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable penetrating power, clearly reaching everyone's ears: "Everyone, enter the tent and report the situation."

Camp Meeting Room

At this moment, the old man simply sat in the main seat, and like a pillar of strength, he instantly stabilized the still slightly wavering morale of the troops.

His mountain-like, steady figure, his sacred aura that cleansed away all evil, and his overwhelming pressure that could intimidate villains without a word gave everyone an unshakable backbone.

Le Jun reported: "Commander, after investigation, this epidemic has been confirmed as a case of deliberate poisoning. The poison is extremely virulent and the onset of the disease is very rapid."

Fortunately, Colonel Xie Jiayun developed an inhibitor, and the outbreak within the camp is now under initial control.

All eyes immediately focused on Xie Jiayun.

This young colonel stood tall and straight like a pine tree, with a calm face and focused, clear eyes. Even under the pressure of the Limit Douluo, he maintained a scholar's unique composure.

He nodded slightly, accepting the praise.

"Currently," Le Jun continued, "inhibitors have been widely used within the camp, and the spread of the epidemic has been initially contained. However..."

His voice lowered, filled with obvious worry, "Due to the large number of infected people, far exceeding expectations..."

Furthermore, with the camp's reserves of several key soul-guiding materials depleted, currently... we can only adopt a strategy of 'prioritizing severe cases.' A large number of mild and potentially infected individuals are still unable to receive timely protection.

After hearing this, Le Zheng'en's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, but he did not show any panic.

He spoke calmly, his voice as steady as a rock, giving people a sense of security: "There's no need to worry too much about the materials. Headquarters has urgently allocated them, escorted by an elite soul-guided transport team, and they are expected to arrive at the camp tonight."

His gaze, sharp as a searchlight, shifted from Le Jun's face to the panel of experts present: "So, what leads do you have regarding the poisoner's identity and whereabouts? What is the direction of your investigation?"

Le Jun took a deep breath and exchanged a glance with the several white-haired, yet exceptionally shrewd, toxicology experts beside him before answering in a deep voice, his tone resolute and certain: "Commander, based on our joint assessment with these experts, this poison is no ordinary substance."

The fact that it can retain its terrifying toxicity—enough to instantly destroy a Soul Master's body—after being transported and diluted over a long distance in such a massive underground current is no ordinary poison!

The poisoner must be a top expert with unparalleled mastery of poison!

He emphasized his words, each one like a hammer blow to everyone's hearts: "More importantly, this poison exhibits a bizarre characteristic of being 'triggered by negative emotions'! Fear, despair, anger... these negative emotions can actually become catalysts that accelerate the spread of the toxin and exacerbate the symptoms!"

"This evil method of exploiting and amplifying human weaknesses..." Le Jun's voice was filled with barely suppressed anger, "Considering its power and characteristics, we unanimously believe that this must have been the work of a Super Douluo-level evil soul master!"

"Hmph!" Yue Zheng snorted coldly, his voice like a thunderclap in the dead of winter, echoing inside the tent. The light from the wings behind him seemed to suddenly intensify for a moment, and a chilling aura of killing intent swept out, causing the surrounding air temperature to drop several degrees.

"It's those scumbags again!" His eyes were sharp as knives, as if trying to pierce through the tent and strike the enemy hidden in the shadows. "They're relentless!"

After speaking, Le Zheng'en's gaze shifted to Xie Jiayun, his previous icy expression instantly transforming into undisguised praise and admiration. A gentle smile even appeared at the corner of his lips: "You're the Xie Jiayun that Fierce Wolf often talks about, aren't you?"

"He has mentioned you many times, saying that you are meticulous and that among the younger generation of the Federal military, no one can rival your healing talent."

"Having met you today, your reputation is well-deserved!" He nodded slightly. "You truly are a rising star nurtured by the Western Legion; the younger generation is indeed formidable!"

Faced with the praise from the Limit Douluo, Xie Jiayun remained calm and composed, only bowing slightly: "The Legion Commander is too kind. It is my duty, and I dare not accept such praise."

Leh Jung-eun then changed the subject, his tone becoming serious again: "Although you have done an excellent job and it is not easy to control the epidemic to such a state, I still have to ask a question."

His gaze, heavy with expectation, met Xie Jiayun's eyes directly: "How confident are you in completely developing an antidote to cure this poison? How much time will it take?"

Everyone inside the tent held their breath; the antidote was the key to ending this disaster!

Looking into Le Zheng'en's eyes, Xie Jiayun gave a clear and calm answer without any hesitation: "Commander, thoroughly analyzing this poison, completing the antidote formula, and conducting large-scale production and verification... conservatively speaking, it will take at least two weeks."

He paused, then changed the subject, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"However, if we can directly capture that evil Soul Master Super Douluo who poisoned the body! Obtain the active antibodies from his body, or extract his original serum for reverse analysis... I'm confident I can drastically reduce the time to within three days!"

"Three days!" A glint flashed in Le Zheng'en's eyes, and he slammed his hand on the armrest, abruptly standing up! "Good! Well done, Xie Jiayun!"

His holy radiance seemed to be imbued with the sharpness of thunder.

"Pass on my orders!" The voice boomed like a bell, echoing throughout the entire camp and even penetrating the tents. "All soldiers and reconnaissance soul masters who can move, spread out! Centered on the camp, radiate outwards for a radius of a hundred miles!"

"Use all soul-guided detection devices and activate all tracking and excavation techniques! Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground! We must find that elusive evil soul master! Death or life is irrelevant, but we must ensure the relative integrity of his physical remains! Execute immediately!"

"Yes, Commander!" Le Jun, Xie Jiayun, and a group of officers responded in unison, their voices filled with determination and killing intent.

Military orders are absolute, and everyone immediately turned around and hurriedly left the tent to deploy this thunderous search operation, leaving the tent much emptier in an instant.

Nighttime, Qingling Mountains

Night, like a vast black curtain, heavily enveloped the Qingling Mountains. Moonlight struggled to penetrate the layers of branches and leaves, but could only cast fragmented silver spots on the ground.

On the highway of the Qingling Mountains, a convoy of soul-guided transport vehicles was moving slowly forward.

These vehicles are sturdy in design, their bodies shimmering with a ghostly blue light—traces of the circulation of soul-guided energy. Each vehicle is loaded with medical equipment, medicine, and supplies; they are a beacon of hope in the darkness, a lifeline for countless people in the epidemic zone.

But at this moment, in the dense forest of the mountains, a group of dark figures were lurking, their eyes fixed on the train convoy, their eyes flashing with madness and greed, like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing their fat prey.

Blood Vengeance Douluo stood beside a giant rock. He was tall and exuded a chilling aura. His face was angular and covered with long scars that resembled twisted centipedes crawling all over his ferocious features.

At this moment, he turned his head slightly to look at the man in black beside him, his voice low and hoarse: "Blood Serpent, you're really smart. Even though those Federation soldiers turned Qingling City upside down, they never expected that we had already arrived here."

The man in black, known as the Blood Serpent Douluo, was slightly thin, but his aura was extremely fierce.

He was none other than the culprit behind this plague—the Blood Serpent Douluo. He slowly raised his head, the moonlight shining on his pale face, outlining his cold and sinister features.

His eyes were filled with anger and resentment as he gritted his teeth and said, "That damned Federation actually destroyed 80% of our Blood Plague Cult members, and those damned Holy Spirit Cult members too. They caused this mess, and now we have to take the blame."

His hands clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white, as if he were recalling those painful memories.

Since the Holy Spirit Cult acted recklessly, it attracted a large-scale crackdown by the Federation. The Federation began to carry out a large-scale crackdown on evil soul masters. The Blood Plague Cult was originally unrelated to this matter, but it was implicated by them.

The Federation's troops searched everywhere for evil spirit masters, and wherever they went, the Blood Plague Cult suffered heavy casualties.

Recalling it, Blood Serpent Douluo's eyes held a hint of shame and resentment.

But soon, his eyes turned fierce again, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a cruel smile: "However, as long as I seize this batch of resources and let the epidemic break out completely, I can break through the shackles of many years and reach the level of a 97th-level Super Douluo by relying on the fear and resentment of those patients."

He clenched his fist, as if he could already feel the immense power that followed his breakthrough. "At that time, the name of Blood Serpent Douluo will resound throughout the entire continent. Who will dare to underestimate our Blood Plague Sect then!"

His gaze fell on the train convoy, his eyes revealing boundless greed: "And we can also use these resources to make a fortune, then flee far away, accumulate strength, and at that time, my Blood Plague Sect will surely replace the Holy Spirit Sect and become the number one sect of evil soul masters!"

Blood Serpent Douluo became increasingly excited as he spoke, his body trembling slightly, as if he could already see the glorious scene of the Blood Plague Cult dominating the continent.

Behind him, a group of Blood Plague Cult followers were also eager to fight, their eyes gleaming with fanaticism. They gripped their weapons tightly, waiting for Blood Serpent Douluo to give the order to attack.

"I'm afraid you won't have that chance!"

Suddenly, a voice abruptly came from the sky.