Chapter 311
by fanqienovelChapter 311: You Are Not the God of Wealth
“Shadow Knife?”
Su Wen raised an eyebrow. Could this be a follower of the Shadow God?
He decided to observe further.
“That knife in your hand feels quite familiar to me.”
Su Wen smiled and said, “Why don’t you try guessing my identity? If you guess right, I’ll give you a gift.”
“And don’t worry if you guess wrong.”
“Go ahead and guess boldly; I’m curious to see…”
Su Wen left his sentence unfinished.
He wanted to leave it open-ended, letting Mo Ziling’s imagination run wild!
As for what Mo Ziling would imagine?
That wasn’t his concern. As long as Mo Ziling saw him as a powerful being, there would be no room for doubt.
Any inconsistencies in his words would simply be seen as the quirks of a powerful figure.
A different attitude could also be interpreted as the eccentricity of someone strong.
In short, as long as Mo Ziling could fill in the gaps, he’d find a way to rationalize it.
Even someone as straightforward as the Fighting God could make assumptions; wouldn’t it be natural for this soldier, who seemed to serve under the Shadow God, to do the same?
Mo Ziling fell silent after hearing this.
After a moment, determination flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth, saying, “If I’m not mistaken, senior, you must be a high-ranking figure from the Ninth Division, right?”
“There are rumors that the Ninth Division gathers the world’s greatest talents, and some of them are known for their love of making deals, believing in the principle of equivalent exchange.”
“So, senior, you must be one of them, correct?”
“As for the design of the Shadow Knife, I once heard it mentioned by the army at a military conference—it was created by a high-ranking figure from the Ninth Division.”
After saying this, Mo Ziling paused and added, “So, senior, while the overall value of the Shadow Knife might not impress you, since it came from your hand, it must hold some sentimental value for you.”
“Moreover, I belong to the Eighth Division, and there’s a strong bond between the Eighth and Ninth Divisions.”
“In this Eighth Era, my Eighth Division has been at the forefront. I’m not skilled enough to join the Undying Legion.”
“But, senior… you called me here to help, didn’t you?”
“Otherwise, why would you go to such lengths to assist someone like me, who’s on the brink of death?”
Su Wen’s pupils shrank as he heard this. The Eighth Era?
Eighth Division!
That meant Mo Ziling was from the Eighth Era?
So, he was… an ancient figure?
Someone long lost to history, who had already died—or perhaps died so long ago that even their ashes might have been scattered countless times.
Wow!
Trading powers got off to a great start!
They managed to bring in someone from the Eighth Era, and he seems pretty strong.
The Eighth Division, along with the Undying Legion.
The Shadow Army under the little Shadow also has the trait of immortality, right?
So, if the Eighth Era is under the Shadow God, then with the boost in powers, the Shadow Army might truly become the Undying Legion!
Totally indestructible!
In fact, the more you fight them, the stronger they get, with no limits!
“How’s the Shadow God been lately?”
Su Wen asked softly after a brief pause.
His words hit like a bolt from the blue, leaving Mo Ziling stunned, unable to snap out of it for a while.
What is this guy saying?
He’s directly addressing the Shadow God as Great God?
And from his tone, it sounds like he’s pretty familiar with the Shadow God.
What kind of person has he run into?
“Subordinate wouldn’t dare to speak carelessly about the Shadow God!”
Mo Ziling looked at Su Wen with fervor and said, “Senior… could you be one of the Great Gods?”
“The Great God of the Ninth Division… could it be that senior is the Great God of Wealth?”
At this, Mo Ziling dropped to one knee and shouted, “Subordinate Mo Ziling, paying respects to the Great God of Wealth!”
Su Wen rubbed his brow. No wonder he’s under the Shadow God; his mind works fast.
I hadn’t even said a word yet!
He guessed it right away!
Though his guess might be slightly off, he’s not wrong.
I am indeed the God of Wealth!
“Great God of Wealth, the battlefield at the southeast region’s 37-point line is in crisis!”
Once Mo Ziling regained his composure, he spoke urgently, “General Hou has been corrupted, General Li has turned traitor, and General Gu has fallen in battle.”
“Out of the nine generals defending the 37-point line, three positions are now vacant.”
“What’s more, the remnants came prepared; the heavenly secrets are blocked, the Time and Space transmission array is down, and all communication and support channels have been cut off.”
“There’s a mole!”
“Great God of Wealth, the entire air defense line must have high-ranking officials who’ve been corrupted or have switched sides to the remnants.”
“Otherwise, how would the remnants know our top-secret intel, and time their full-scale attack just as we were resupplying, while also knowing the weak points in the great formation?”
“Most importantly, how could someone as passionate as General Hou be corrupted for no reason?”
“God of Wealth!”
“Are you really going to save us?”
“Or at least notify the Undying Legion stationed on the battlefield…”
Just then, Mo Ziling suddenly stopped.
Then, he took a quick step back.
“You are not the God of Wealth!”
“How bold you remnants are!”
“How dare you impersonate the God of Wealth!”
Mo Ziling held his Shadow Knife, glaring at Su Wen with a fierce look, as if he wished to skin Su Wen alive.
“I am the God of Wealth.”
Su Wen replied, “But unfortunately, I am not the Great God of Wealth of the Eighth Era.”
While Mo Ziling was talking, Su Wen recorded all the information that was revealed.
Remnants!
This is a key piece of information!
If the Eighth Era is facing such a clan on the battlefield, he might have to confront them in the distant future as well.
So the earlier he knows, the better he can prepare.
And there is corruption!
If nothing goes wrong, this should be a tactic used by the remnants.
A method of assimilation that is hard to defend against and even impossible to avoid.
As for the southeastern battlefield at the 37-point line…
The divisions of the battlefield are too detailed, and the eras are different. So much time has passed; who knows what changes have occurred?
As for admitting his identity as the God of Wealth?
There is nothing to deny!
Mo Ziling, a person from the Eighth Era, and from what he heard, the situation on the battlefield is very dangerous!
It’s likely that he will face a dire outcome when he returns.
So it doesn’t matter anymore.
What’s most important is that since the other party is reacting so strongly, if he wants to obtain detailed information from them, admitting his identity becomes a necessary strategy.
“What do you mean?”
Mo Ziling raised his right hand, pointing the large knife at Su Wen, and said harshly, “I know you remnants are full of tricks!”
“But saying you’re not the God of Wealth from this era, you really are good at deceiving!”
“Do you think I’m a three-year-old child, gullible to believe whatever you say?”
“Remnant dog!”
“Today, even if I die, I will splash your body with my blood!”
“Let you know how passionate the blood of my Shadow Army is!”