"Shadow Saber?"
Su Wen raised an eyebrow. Could this be one of Shadow God's subordinates?
Unsure, let's see.
"I feel a sense of familiarity with the knife in your hand."
Su Wen smiled and said, "Why don't you try to guess my identity? If you guess correctly, I'll give you a gift."
"Of course, it's okay if you guess wrong."
"Feel free to guess, I'd like to see too..."
Su Wen didn't say anything more.
Let's leave that as a mystery and let Mo Ziling fill in the blanks himself!
As for what he imagined?
Then it's none of my business. As long as he believes himself to be the stronger one, he won't have any doubts.
The flaws in one's words can become the demeanor of a strong person.
Different attitudes can also contribute to the eccentricities of the strong.
In short, if you just use your imagination, you can always find a reasonable explanation for everything.
Besides, even a simpleton like the Battle God would overthink things, so isn't it perfectly normal for this soldier, who seems to be under the Shadow God's command, to do the same?
Upon hearing this, Mo Ziling fell silent.
After a moment, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "If I'm not mistaken, senior, you must be a master of the Ninth Division, right?"
"Rumor has it that the Ninth Division gathers the world's greatest talents, some of whom are fond of trading and believe in the principle of equivalent exchange."
"So, senior, you must be one of those people, right?"
"As for the design of the Shadow Saber, I heard Jun Shang mention it at the founding ceremony; it was created by a master from the Ninth Division."
After saying this, Mo Ziling paused, then said, "So, senior, the Shadow Saber may not be entirely satisfactory in terms of its overall value, but since it was made by you, it must have some emotional value to you."
"Furthermore, I belong to the Eighth Division, and there is a deep emotional connection between the Eighth Division and Ninth Division."
"Moreover, in this Eighth Era, my Eighth Division charged ahead, and I, being of limited ability, am unqualified to join the Undying Legion."
"But senior... you summoned me here to help, right?"
"Otherwise, why would you, senior, go to such lengths to help a dying man like me?"
Su Wen's pupils contracted upon hearing this. The Eighth Era?
Eighth Division!
In other words, was Mo Ziling a person from the Eighth Era?
So this person was... an ancient person?
An ancient person who has long since disappeared into the river of history, who has long since died, or whose ashes have probably been scattered countless times.
Holy crap!
Trading Divine Ability got off to a flying start!
They brought over someone from the Eighth Era, and judging by appearances, he seems quite powerful.
The Eighth Division, plus the Undying Legion.
Doesn't Xiao Ying's Shadow Legion possess the characteristic of immortality?
Therefore, if the Shadow God were in charge of the Eighth Era, the Shadow Legion might truly be Undying Legion under the full amplification of its abilities!
They're absolutely unkillable!
In fact, they get stronger the more they fight, without any limitations!
How's the Shadow God doing lately?
After a moment of silence, Su Wen asked softly.
These words struck like a bolt from the blue, leaving Mo Ziling stunned and unable to recover for a long time.
What is this person saying?
Calling him "Your Majesty the Shadow God of Shadows" directly?
Moreover, judging from the tone, the other party seems to be quite familiar with His Majesty the Shadow God.
What kind of being did he encounter?
"Your subordinate dares not speak ill of the Shadow God!"
Mo Ziling looked at Su Wen and asked fervently, "Senior... are you perhaps a certain His Majesty?"
"Your Majesty of the Ninth Division..."
"Could it be that you, sir, are the God of God of Wealth?"
At this point, Mo Ziling immediately knelt on one knee and shouted loudly, "Your subordinate Mo Ziling, pays respects to Your Majesty the God of God of Wealth!"
Su Wen touched his eyebrows. As expected of someone under the Shadow God, his brain reacts really quickly.
I haven't even said anything yet!
I guessed it right away!
Although it might be slightly different from his guess, it was still correct.
I am indeed God of Wealth!
"Your Majesty the God of Wealth, the battlefield at the 3/7 split line in the southeast region is in grave danger!"
After regaining his senses, Mo Ziling said urgently, "General Hou has been framed, General Li has betrayed us, and General Gu has died in battle."
"Of the nine generals defending the three-seven point guard position, three are now open."
"Moreover, the Remnant Clan came prepared this time. Heavenly secrets were shielded, spacetime transmission arrays were blocked, and all means of communication and support were intercepted."
There's a mole!
"God of Wealth Majesty, the entire air defense front definitely has high-ranking members who have been corrupted, or rather, who have sided with the Remnant Clan."
"Otherwise, how could the Remnant Clan have happened to know these top-secret information of ours, and then launch a general attack precisely at the moment when the supplies for troop rotation arrived, and also know where the loopholes in the great formation are?"
"Most importantly, how could a man as passionate as General Hou be slandered without cause?"
"Your Majesty the God of Wealth!"
"You really have to save us!"
"Or notify the Undying Legion stationed on the battlefield..."
As they were talking, Mo Ziling suddenly stopped.
Then, he suddenly stepped back.
You are not the God of Wealth!
"You Remnant Clan are truly audacious!"
"How dare you impersonate His Majesty the God of God of Wealth!"
Mo Ziling held the Shadow Saber, staring at Su Wen with murderous intent, his expression suggesting he wished he could peel Su Wen's skin off.
"I am the God of Wealth."
Su Wen said, "But unfortunately, I am not the God of Wealth of your Eighth Era."
While Mo Ziling was speaking, he recorded all the information that the other party revealed.
Remnant Clan!
This is crucial information!
If the Eighth Era were to face such a race on the Domain Battlefield, he might have to face it again in the distant future.
So it's better to know early and take precautions early.
And there's pollution!
If nothing unexpected happens, this should be a tactic employed by the Remnant Clan.
A method of assimilation that is difficult to defend against and even impossible to avoid.
As for the 3/7 split line in the Southeast Battlefield...
The battlefields are divided in far too much detail, and the eras are different now. So much time has passed, who knows what changes have occurred?
As for acknowledging his status as the God of Wealth?
There's nothing to be ashamed of!
Mo Ziling, a person from the Eighth Era, and according to the other party, the battlefield situation was very dangerous!
It's highly likely that the other party will be in serious trouble this time they go back.
So, it doesn't really matter.
Most importantly, given the other party's strong reaction, admitting one's identity has become the only option if one wants to obtain detailed information from them.
"What do you mean?"
Mo Ziling raised his right hand, pointing his broadsword at Su Wen, and said fiercely, "I know, your Remnant Clan has many tricks up your sleeve!"
"But you're really good at lying, you're not the God of Wealth of this era!"
"Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child who believes everything you say?"
"The abandoned dog!"
Even if I die today, I'll splatter your blood all over you!
"Let me show you just how passionate the blood of my Shadow Army soldiers is!"