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

Brain worm.

A rare psionic species among the Tyranids, they possess powerful psionic energy despite their deformed appearance, easily crushing Imperial Guard Lemanus main battle tanks into scrap metal.

Qin Mo's mind went blank. It didn't make sense. Brain worms were of extremely high rank among the Tyranids. How could a gene-stealing cult have the ability to spawn and raise such a terrifying monster?

The next moment, he was instantly controlled by powerful psychic energy, as if he were locked by a pair of invisible hands and slowly lifted into the air. The pressure of the psychic energy continued to increase, about to crush him.

Just then, a sharp gunshot rang out all around, and a bullet the size of a thumb slammed into the brain worm's psionic shield with a "bang".

Fortunately, the monster nimbly twisted its body, otherwise the bullet would have pierced a bloody hole in it.

In that instant, the brain worm relaxed its psionic suppression on Qin Mo. Qin Mo seized the opportunity and, the moment he regained the ability to move, gripped the technology scepter and stabbed it toward the brain worm's face.

"Buzz!"

A massive psionic pulse erupted, sweeping Qin Mo away like a leaf to the outer edge of the platform. If Funina hadn't grabbed him, he would have fallen directly into the abyss.

Qin Mo struggled to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of foul blood. He forcefully suppressed the churning in his internal organs and the dizzying sensation in his brain, staring intently at the monster before him.

"Heh, where did this thing come from?"

Hack spat, his sniper rifle pointed at the brain worm's face, maintaining the threat.

Qin Mo saw that Fu Ningna was standing in front of him, and his eyes showed a solemn expression.

"How did you get up here? Where's the female bishop?" Qin Mo asked.

"The gunshots were so loud, we're not deaf," Huck interjected.

"As for that bishop, she went mad and jumped into the pit herself."

Qin Mo's gaze sharpened. Even with his sluggish mind, he understood immediately: the viscous pool at the bottom of the elevator shaft must be the "Primal Soup" that the Genestealers cult referred to as their "Primal Soup."

It is rich in Tyranid genes. As long as the gene sequence for creating the Tyranids is mastered and a huge amount of biomass is added, the Tyranids can be produced continuously.

As for biomass, the population base of the bottom nest is unimaginable, and with the lure of food and religious inducement, it is easy to gather enough raw materials.

He looked up at the brain worm in front of him. This monster must have been born this way, specifically to guard the tunnel connecting the lower hive and the base hive.

"We must kill this brain worm; the tunnel leading to the lower nest is behind it," Qin Mo transmitted to the two of them.

"You're all dead, heh heh."

Lying on the ground, the plague carrier, now only possessing one leg and one arm, laughed painfully yet gleefully: "This treasure is our ultimate creation. You will all die here, buried with me."

Qin Mo kicked him to the edge of the iron cage. The Dichao people imprisoned in the iron cage were initially afraid, but soon they reached out from the gaps and desperately beat the plague spreader.

The person who transmitted the disease was already seriously injured, and after being beaten, he quickly became unable to breathe more than he could breathe.

The brain worm ignored its creator, perhaps viewing all humans, including the plague carriers, as inferior species.

It meandered forward, its powerful psychic energy allowing it to hover in mid-air.

Qin Mo's forehead was covered in cold sweat. Faced with this kind of psionic monster, his methods were somewhat useless.

Hark fired another shot tentatively, but the sniper bullet seemed to hit a solid wall and was deflected in a ripple.

"Qin, its psionic shield should have a limit to its defensive capabilities."

After observing it carefully, Funina whispered, "If we're lucky, we can kill it the moment the overloaded psionic shield activates."

Qin Mo glanced at the priest and sensed that the other man had left unsaid.

If they are unlucky and fail to seize the opportunity, all three will perish completely in this nameless, abandoned elevator shaft, and may even become part of the "primitive soup" in the deep pit.

As the brain worms drew closer, their vision began to blur, their senses became distorted, and they were almost facing the powerful psionic field directly—cold, tyrannical, greedy, and hungry, treating human life as worthless.

This is malice from beyond the deep space galaxy, the terrifying will of the Great Devourer.

"Let's do it!"

Qin Mo roared, and in that instant, both of Hark's sniper rifle and Qin Mo's explosive gun roared, and two bullets simultaneously pierced through the brain worm's psionic shield.

The two men's faces lit up with joy, and the priest pounced forward, his six mechanical prosthetic limbs wielding mysterious and bizarre bio-weapons as they stabbed into the brain worm's body.

"Hey!"

A powerful burst of psionic energy erupted at that moment, and the surging psionic energy fluctuations formed a sharp psionic drill that crushed everything in its path.

Fu Ningna was the first to be knocked away, like a kite with a broken string. Qin Mo witnessed the priest's mechanical limbs being shattered.

Hack roared and fired repeatedly with his sniper rifle, but all the bullets bounced off course.

Qin Mo flung away the explosive gun, gritted his teeth, and suddenly raised his hands as if he had grabbed an invisible curtain in the air, and then pulled it violently.

The power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit erupted recklessly, and with a series of "crackling" sounds, cracks began to appear in the air, and the entire platform began to shake incessantly.

The psionic pulse struck the barrier formed by the vibrational force, like a giant hammer smashing into ice. Cracks multiplied, and veins bulged on Qin Mo's forehead. This was a direct clash between the power of the subspace and the power of the physical universe.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Qin Mo roared wildly, trying his best to shake the air around him and suppress the opponent's psionic pulse as much as possible.

But his body continued to retreat, the pulse pressure like a bulldozer forcing him back, even causing two mounds of gravel to form under his feet.

Qin Mo's skin began to bleed. The activation of the shockwave was related to the user's own strength, and the violent activation of his muscles directly tore apart his capillaries.

He vaguely saw that Funina was lying on the ground, and she seemed to be looking at Qin Mo, with a resolute look in her eyes.

Qin Mo could only catch a glimpse of her blurry movements out of the corner of his eye; it seemed as if she had opened a metal box about half his height behind her.

Then a white shadow flashed out, rapidly approaching the brain worm at an unpredictable speed, and then swung out a fair and delicate palm.

"Pfft."

It was like a sharp blade slicing through fruit.

Qin Mo suddenly felt the pressure ease as he watched the brain worm fall to the ground, its massive psionic pulse vanishing instantly.

"Take him away quickly!"

"Those things have climbed up!"

"They're here to arrest her!"

Qin Mo vaguely heard Funina and Hack shouting something, and then his body was lifted up by the little girl in white and rushed towards the tunnel.

In his haste, he vaguely saw that the darkness around the platform seemed to be surging, like black mist, and strange things crawled in from all directions, like black waves.