Arms Race

Tower of Slumber, Mimiron's Spark of Thought Laboratory.

Boss Hu looked utterly despairing as he watched the little steel cuties running wild all over the floor, then glared fiercely at Mimiron.

"What are you doing?! Are these war machines?! Huh?! I want tanks! I want cannons! I don't want these stupid exploding sheep! Are you kidding me?! Are you playing around?!"

Mimiron was hopping around atop the body of a giant exploding sheep in the middle of the experimental platform, hammering here and tightening screws there.

"Oh, Father God, don't get worked up! I haven't fallen behind on any of the tasks you gave me, and I've been keeping an eye on the Death Star construction plan too! These cute little things are just recreational entertainment to pass the time!"

Only then did Boss Hu nod. As long as the various weapons development plans he had issued had not been affected, it was fine.

Ever since Mimiron, the finest engineer in the World of Azeroth, had officially joined them, many weapons projects that had previously been temporarily shelved had been restarted and put back into development.

The engineering knowledge inherited from the Pantheon in that Mechagnome's mind had filled gaps in the Empire's technology tree across many fields.

Thus, Mimiron's War Engineering Laboratory had become a newly emerging special faction within the Night Empire.

What made it special was that every single member of the War Engineering Laboratory was a Mechagnome, all of them Mimiron's personal assistants.

The War Engineering Laboratory never recruited staff other than Mechagnomes. Every Mechagnome member was created on the spot by Mimiron through the Life Forge, so this new Imperial faction gave off an icy, mechanical feeling from top to bottom the moment it appeared.

But Mimiron did not care about any of that. His