At first glance, it looks like he is his own.

"You can't do this. You can't talk like this with a madman. Come on, leave it to me. I'm a professional in this area."

Blake coughed and stopped the weird conversation among the guardians. He took a deep breath and shouted to Mimiron's fantasy:

"Hey, Mimiron, I heard people say that you are the first-class engineer among the stars. The wisdom from Norgannon and the skillful hands given by Khaz'gros himself make all your creations astonishing."

"Ha, this stupid flesh-and-blood creature does have some knowledge. Yes, it's me!"

Mimiron put his hands on his hips proudly, raised his funny steel eyebrows, and laughed loudly and said:

"All my creations are shocking masterpieces! Including the energy radiation bomb I spent a few minutes designing yesterday. You will see it soon, and I will use it to blow you all up into the sky!

I won't let idiots interfere with my experiments anymore."

"But with all due respect, what you produced is a load of rubbish!"

Blake changed the subject and began to ridicule Mimiron's creation. He cursed:

"I showed your creation to a friend of mine, and what do you think it said?

It says that your mind is full of outdated and useless garbage designs, and that all your creations are not worth mentioning, and are not even qualified to be carefully examined by it. They are simply as annoying as the excrement of a demon hound.

It also says that Titan Engineering has reached its end, but the future of Fel Engineering is limitless. It says that you are an out-and-out third-rate designer and a second-rate creator.

It says there is only one virtue in all your creations!

That means it won't waste any time taking it apart.

Oh, by the way, it also asked me to bring you a message, saying that I suggest you give up your career as an engineer and switch to selling children's toys.

It says that the toys you make will be very popular with children. Of course, they can only be sold to children under 8 years old, because children over 8 years old know how stupid and ridiculous your creations are.

Uh, are you angry?

I'm sorry, but that's not what I said, I just quoted what my friend said... Of course, in my opinion, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with its evaluation of you."

As he spoke, the pirate put on a critical expression, pointed at the golden chariot in front of him that carried Mimiron's illusion, and said:

"Look at this design, old wheeled structure, meager 330mm caliber firepower, poor energy generator arrangement and woefully underpowered Titan engine.

This is simply the ultimate failure of all failed designs.

Oh, are you getting old?"

"Damn it! Mortal, you are challenging an engineer to his last limit! Get your damn friend over! I'm going to smash its stupid head with my amazing multifunctional Titan wrench.

Before that, I will pull out its vicious tongue!"

Mimiron was angry.

His electronic eyes were shining with fiery red light, which meant that he had lost his mind. The golden chariot was also starting. It seemed that Mimiron planned to physically destroy these guys.

But in the next moment, Blake snapped his fingers, and the Shadowsong, a suspended bombardment in the sky, roared over and quietly floated in front of the golden chariot.

Blake shouted:

"Do you think my friend was talking nonsense? No, it was not nonsense.

It asked me to bring the hunting airship that it took a few minutes to design and make, just to show you what is truly shocking! What is the true crystallization of engineering.

If you're willing to accept my friend's engineering challenge, then open the way!

It’s up to you to taste the ship, and then I will arrange a special time for you to learn from each other.”

Mimiron did not answer immediately. He fired a scanning beam from the golden chariot and scanned the Shadowsong from beginning to end. After a few seconds, Mimiron's anger faded away.

He commented very professionally:

"This is a garbage ship with all the weapons packed into it! The spaceships I designed with my third toe are ten thousand times better than its design...

But this ship is already pretty good in the eyes of you idiots.

Well done mortal, you and your evil friends have managed to attract my attention.

Now tell me, what's your friend's name? I'm going to prepare myself. After I kill Yogg-Saron, I'm going to hit him in the face with my wrench!"

"Well, its name is Kingaros, the Apocalypse Engineer of the Burning Legion. All the demon starships were designed by him. He used to like to drink and brag with me in a demon bar.

But it has been very busy recently. It has taken on a big job and is currently working in the laboratory in the world of Argus.

So you may have to get there yourself, but don't worry, I'll pay for your ferry ticket."

Blake glanced at Odin with a wink and said the name of his "friend".

The Lord of War saw Mimiron shouting for the golden chariot to get out of the way, and at the same time shutting down all the weapon systems in the front hall. At this moment, Odin had to obey Black's shocking words.

He gave the pirates a thumbs up, then waved his war spear, and the Heroic Spirit Army continued to move forward.

But the next second, Mimiron's shouts rang out.

The guardian of wisdom warned in a cold voice:

"I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid!

Don’t think you can hide your tricks from me. The damage rate of Yogg-Saron’s cage has reached 80%! The third-level plan has been responded to! The ‘Armageddon’ system is online!

12 hours countdown to continental shelf destruction!

I will give you some time to demonstrate your abilities, and if you can clean up the Old God's filth before everything is irreversible, then I will give up my explosion plan.

If you can't do it...
Chapter completed!