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

The headhunter laughed heartily; he had no desire to feign politeness towards a group of inferior human women.

The fact that the talks have fallen apart is actually more to his liking.

In the values ​​propagated by the "Twisted Spiral" cult, humanity is nothing more than a species on the verge of extinction. For them, the best fate is to be thrown into the "Primal Soup" to contribute to the birth of even more powerful Tyranid creatures.

He drew a bone sword and sped off on his attack motorcycle toward the still-engaged alchemical serpent race.

This bone blade is also a living chitinous blade, constantly yearning to devour the flesh and blood of its victims and releasing the psionic pressure emanating from the hive's will.

Perhaps due to the influence of his mutated bloodline, this headhunter prefers intense close-quarters combat to his natural proficiency in ranged attacks.

The attack motorcycle roared past, and the headhunter raised his long sword high, deftly swinging his arm. The blade moved as lightly as if gliding across the water, and the heads of two alchemical serpent women fell to the ground instantly.

He laughed loudly, turned the car around, and chased after the short-haired girl in the direction she had fled.

The remaining pureblood chicken thieves and Atalanta jackals pounced on the last remaining alchemist serpent woman as if fighting for the last prey, and her shrill screams soon echoed all around.

Qin Mo and his two companions calmly observed the infighting between the two sides in the garbage dump.

He had a sudden realization: it seemed that the Alchemist Serpent and the Genestealers were not in a subordinate relationship, but rather engaged in a secret deal.

But no matter what secrets their deal might have, as long as they have evidence of the "Valen" family's collusion with the underworld chicken cult, they have no worries about the other party not complying.

"Eileencia, you and the Storm Legion seized those crates of goods; I'll use them very well!"

Qin Mo calmly directed the two men: "Hack, come with me."

After saying that, Qin Mo and Hack took advantage of the chaos to leave the hideout and chased after Escher and the Jackal Hunter in the direction they had gone.

Eileencia intentionally stopped Qin Mo; she should have been the actual leader of this operation.

After all, Qin Mo was just a bounty hunter who had gone down to his lair; she shouldn't have trusted his decisions so much.

But just as they raised their hands, Qin Mo and the other man disappeared into the night.

She gritted her teeth, recalling Fu Ningna's description of Qin Mo's battle experience at the bottom nest, and reluctantly put aside her doubts about Qin Mo for the time being.

"Slaughter the aliens!" Eileencia banished her doubts and quickly gave the order over the communicator.

Hundreds of stormtroopers rushed out of their ambush outside the junkyard the moment they received the order, heading straight for the area surrounded by Atalanta jackals. The intense laser beams quickly illuminated the night sky.

While directing the battle, Eileencia looked worriedly in the direction Qin Mo had left.

A severely mutated jackal headhunter is not a monster that can be dealt with easily.

Meanwhile, Qin Mo and Hack were running through the garbage heaps, trying their best to conceal themselves. It took them a full quarter of an hour to spot Jackal Hunter and Escher.

The Jackal Hunter had abandoned his attack motorcycle and, using some unknown means, broke the short-haired girl's invisibility, engaging her in close combat.

The girl's silver willow-leaf daggers continued to pierce the headhunter's vital points.

But this headhunter was also a master of close combat with superb swordsmanship. His bone blade swung like a wheel, easily cleaving away the incoming projectiles. In Qin Mo's view, this headhunter was more like toying with his prey.

"You nestlings are always so self-righteous."

Headhunter sneered, "Do you know that every time we use your reagents to make 'evolution potions,' we carefully engrave the 'Alchemy Serpent' emblem on them? That way, if anyone investigates the sect, they will find that the prestigious Alchemy Serpent family is also our friend."

"In the end, you will only have one path left: to fall into the deepest nest!"

The headhunter suddenly roared and swung his bone blade at Escher. The girl raised her silver dagger to block, but the intense psionic pressure that suddenly erupted from the bone blade stunned her.

Almost simultaneously, Escher's tentacle whip on his left arm lashed out at the headhunter, its sharp chitinous barbs easily tearing through the short-haired girl's flesh and knocking her to the ground.

"The high and mighty Warren family?"

"Don't you look down on people like us?"

"Don't you think we're bastards?"

Headhunter seemed to have gone mad. He slowly approached the fallen Escher, a sinister glint in his eyes. He pulled out a vial of syringes engraved with the "Alchemist Serpent" emblem from his pocket. Inside the vial swam a tiny, active insect.

"This is the evolutionary elixir created using your reagents. Don't worry, you'll soon join us and dedicate everything to the cult's great cause!"

"Welcome to your new life..."

"Bang!"

The next moment, the syringe in the headhunter's hand shattered with a crash.

He looked at his chest in surprise, where a tiny, almost imperceptible poison needle was embedded.

A tingling sensation spread from his chest, and he instantly locked onto a hill on his right. At this moment, Qin Mo no longer concealed his presence.

"There are also people who are courting death."

The headhunter grinned maliciously, then suddenly reversed his grip on the bone blade and stabbed himself hard in the chest.

Large chunks of flesh fell, and he actually used this method to minimize the harm of the poisoned needles.

The headhunter temporarily abandoned Escher, who had lost the ability to resist. He gathered his strength briefly and then swiftly flew towards Qin Mo.

Hack hid behind a pile of garbage next to Qin Mo, picked up his sniper rifle and fired again, the silent poison needle shooting into the headhunter's lower abdomen.

But the headhunter had anticipated this, and with a light swing of his knife, he cut the poisoned needle in two.

A knife cleaving a bullet?

Qin Mo frowned. He knew that some Astartes monks could dodge bullets with their bare hands, but he didn't expect to encounter one showing off his skills here.

He drew his power sword from his back, gave it a gentle shake, and with a "hum," a violent destructive force field immediately enveloped the blade.

Watching Qin Mo's actions, a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his purple eyes. He licked his dry lips, as if he couldn't wait to taste Qin Mo's blood.

Qin Mo didn't give his opponent a chance. He struck first, his power sword aimed at the opponent's neck, but his attention was focused on the opponent's bone blade.

Although he only mastered basic sword skills, his combat instincts had been honed to an exceptional level through years of life-and-death experiences.

"Whoosh!"

Bone Blade met the attack head-on, directly blocking Qin Mo's sword. But the next moment, the long whip on his left arm lashed out at the back of Qin Mo's head at a tricky angle.

Excitement gleamed in the headhunter's eyes, as if he could already see Qin Mo's brains about to explode.

But when he met Qin Mo's eyes, he saw no fear in them, but rather... anticipation.