Ross popped a Spicy Crispy Snack into his mouth. Sitting on a little stool, he felt a headache coming on. He couldn't understand why such an absurd scene was unfolding in a high-end place like a laboratory.
In Ross's mind, creating a powerful mechanical life-form like Jeanne, who looked impressive from head to toe, should involve either the elaborate manufacturing processes of the Adeptus Mechanicus or the body-printing beams of molecular restructuring used by the Necrons.
Not beating up a demon corpse like his father was doing, punching it over and over until it was almost minced meat.
"Wait, aren't demons supposed to turn to ash and disappear when they die?"
"Ross, shut up! You're so ignorant. A peerless powerhouse as great as your father can't be judged by common sense! My style is ten times—no, nine times—more impressive than before. Put down that Spicy Crispy Snack. Did you steal my snacks again?"
Hogg snatched the Spicy Crispy Snack from Ross's hand. He didn't even mind that it was dirty; he dumped the whole thing into his mouth, then continued pounding the demon meatball on the lab table with his red-grease-stained hand.
"You, come over here too. Now that I've upgraded, Blackwatch should have some new abilities as well. Watch and learn. Maybe one day inspiration will strike, and you'll figure out how to make a Spiritling."
Hogg wasn't wrong. Ever since they had reunited with their father, Blackwatch had indeed undergone some changes. They had already possessed superhuman regenerative abilities, but now they found that they could wield weapons with much greater fluidity.
Or rather, as long as the object wasn't too large, they could use their minds to fuse flesh and machinery, turning it into something like a Helbrute—a Daemon Engine. Their Psionic Energy, which had originally only