Warhammer: How do you get the Tremor-Tremor Fruit at the start of a Hextech game?

Qin Mo's temples throbbed, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He stared at the crisscrossing laser beams constantly being fired from the three trucks, dodging each deadly ray with an eerie posture.

This is a passive ability that Qin Mo gains after his "Spider Sense" is enhanced by his sensitivity attribute. As long as Qin Mo relaxes his mind and lets his sixth sense take over his body, he has a high probability of dodging some fatal attacks.

However, this ability is only effective when there is a way out; if it is a desperate situation, it is tantamount to walking into a dead end.

Unfortunately, the Qin Dynasty was in dire straits at the end of its reign.

The closer he got to the three Genestealer war vehicles, the denser the laser beams became, leaving him less room to maneuver and dodge.

"laugh!"

Finally, a laser beam pierced Qin Mo's bulletproof vest. Fortunately, the ceramic steel layer that Qin Mo had intentionally padded barely withstood the laser. This attack ultimately only burned Qin Mo's skin and flesh, without hitting any vital organs.

Qin Mo bared his teeth and lunged forward, finally getting close to a Goliath truck.

He approached a firing port, his gaze cold.

Qin Mo's sudden appearance seemed to startle the gene stealer inside the truck; the firing port was instantly shut off, and nearby lasers began shooting towards him.

Qin Mo sneered, climbed onto the top of the truck, and after careful observation, finally discovered a weak point in the armor.

It was that opening and closing top cover.

He placed his palm on it, unleashing the full power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit. The shockwave erupted from a single point, causing the entire truck to vibrate. Three seconds later, cracks began to appear on the steel armor.

"Snap!"

Finally, with a crisp crack, a crack the thickness of a finger appeared on the top cover.

Qin Mo's eyes lit up, and he immediately took out an injection syringe and smashed it into the crack.

"What is that?!"

"How did he throw that in!"

"My throat, my..."

Qin Mo heard a few exclamations from inside the truck, then the noise gradually subsided.

He grinned, picked up the heavy logging gun on top of the truck, and unleashed a barrage of fire at the Goliath trucks on either side.

"Bang bang bang!"

The massive bullets quickly pierced the outer shells of the two Goliath trucks, and Qin Mo threw two injection syringes into them.

The poison gas instantly filled both trucks.

After a short while, the two massive war vehicles slowly came to a stop.

Qin Mo greeted the priest and others, signaling them to come closer for inspection, but he still held the heavy logging gun in his hand, remaining cautious and on guard.

Fu Ningna witnessed Qin Mo's astonishing performance throughout. While inspecting the enemies inside the two trucks, she glanced at Qin Mo with amazement.

Even in the Cult of the Machine God, which is full of miracles, she had never seen a person with such abilities as Qin Mo.

"How did you do that?"

Hark also sprang out from his sniping position. He looked Qin Mo up and down suspiciously, finally unable to resist asking, "You're not some kind of cult member, are you?"

In Hark's mind, only mysterious and terrifying psionicists could possess such bizarre abilities. But even psionicists wouldn't be able to easily overturn three war vehicles by themselves.

To protect his pitiful understanding, he was more inclined to believe that Qin Mo was some kind of secret cult.

As we all know, if Qin Mo gained the favor of the four evil gods of the subspace, then all of this makes perfect sense.

Old Locke and the others also stood up, looking at Qin Mo standing on the Goliath truck with shocked expressions, like a king who had conquered a ferocious beast.

Hayek's eyes widened. He was just dodging the intruders' gunfire, and in less than ten minutes, he saw Qin Mo alone overturn three war vehicles that had driven them to the brink of despair.

The boy's eyes shone with surprise and admiration as he gazed at Qin Mo, speechless.

Qin Mo ignored the neurotic Lightling man and went to Funina's side. He reached out and opened the bulletproof door of a truck, where seven or eight Genestealer Cult soldiers were lying on the ground.

Sir Oris, dressed in fine clothes, lay unconscious near the driver's seat, looking like a dead dog.

Qin Mo smiled, gave a few instructions to Funina and the others, then got into the truck, picked up the knight, and headed straight for a tin shack that still barely retained its exterior.

Hayek followed Qin Mo step by step, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

"The following scene is not suitable for children."

At the end of the Qin Dynasty, Hayek was stopped, and old Locke was allowed to drag his son away.

Qin Mo carried Sir Oris, who looked like a little chick, into the tin shack and tossed him onto a chair with a crooked leg.

"Stop pretending." Qin Mo sneered.

Oris remained unmoved.

Qin Mo raised his hand and grabbed the other person's arm. The shockwave suddenly erupted, and with a series of crisp cracking sounds, the bones of this gene-stealing leader broke inch by inch.

"Aaaaaah!"

Sir Oris let out a bloodcurdling scream. He abruptly opened his eyes, stared intently at Qin Mo, and roared, "The Church will not let you get away with this!"

"Um."

Qin Mo calmly squeezed his other hand and smiled, "I won't let you off either."

Click, click, click!

Another series of cracking sounds followed, and Sir Oris's cries had faded, his face flushed so red it looked like it could bleed.

"What exactly do you want?! What do you want to know?!"

Sir Oris finally couldn't hold back any longer and gasped as he asked.

As the commander of the Genestealers cult, he is the cult's strategic commander and also occupies a relatively central position within the cult's psionic network.

The reason Qin Mo tortured him so much must be because he wanted to gain benefits or intelligence from him.

"I don't want to do anything." Qin Mo didn't reply. He gripped Sir Oris's left leg and continued what he was doing.

"Kill me then." Sir Oris was utterly desperate; Qin Mo seemed to be merely torturing him.

"You want to reclaim your place in the Hive's will?" Qin Mo sneered. "Why should I reward you?"

Sir Oris's eyes widened as he realized that Qin Mo's knowledge of the Genestealers cult seemed far more extensive than he appeared.

Genestealers are the vanguard of the Tyranids. Their sole objective is to corrupt the entire world, gather enough followers to ignite the psionic "torch" in the dark universe, attract the attention of the Tyranids, and await the arrival of the Great Devourer.

For most of the Genestealer cult's uninformed followers, returning to the Hive's will is like a pilgrimage, the ultimate pursuit.

"We are different from them," Sir Oris replied coldly.

Qin Mo frowned: "What's different?"

"We are not servants of insects, we are the masters of evolution! We are the masters of life!" Sir Oris roared with all his might.