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

The engine nozzles of the war vehicles blew the surroundings exceptionally dry.

Qin Mo couldn't help but lick his dry lips. As someone who made outstanding contributions in the "Battle of the Banquet Hall," he was also invited to attend the ceremony.

Irenecia stood beside him. As a representative of the Inquisition, she needed to have an in-depth conversation with these Space Marines who had come from afar to ensure that no unnecessary conflict would occur.

"The Blood Drinker".

Eileencia's voice was somewhat hoarse, and she seemed to have some prejudice against these visitors.

Qin Mo began to recall information about this warband in his mind. As a veteran Cloud Hammer, the name "Blood Drinker" was well-known.

As one of the most famous sub-bands of the Blood Angels, they are known as the three great generals of the Blood Angels, along with the Flesh-Tearer Chapter and the Carnivore Chapter.

Similarly, these warriors who inherited the blood of Saint Gilles also inherited the genetic curse known as "Blood Thirst" and "Black Wrath" that flowed deep within their blood.

In fact, before the return of the Archangel Saint Gilles to the Legion, the Ninth Legion was known for its bloodthirsty nature in battle and was soon contemptuously called "corpse eaters" because of their habit of eating the corpses of their enemies.

Until Saint Gilles returned, the great archangel knelt before his children, shared the hardships of these rejected faithful, and promised to lead them to glory.

From that moment on, the Ninth Legion's conviction never wavered.

They are elegant, ruthless, and precise, dissecting enemies like surgeons and tearing apart prey like bloodthirsty beasts.

Their power armor was a deep red, the dark red of dried blood, as if each suit of armor had been soaked in the lives of countless enemies.

Those who drink blood are the most outstanding warriors among them, and also the group of victims with the most hidden secrets.

Qin Mo had no prejudice against this warband. In fact, due to the glorious image of the archangel, the "Holy Blood Angels" were generally praised within the empire.

However, the powerful aura of these ten Astartes left Governor Tiberius somewhat at a loss, and his carefully prepared speech got stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered.

The Blood Drinkers were the first to make a move. The leading sergeant stepped forward. His power armor was slightly different from the others, with a golden laurel wreath emblem on his right shoulder armor, a mark of a battle-hardened veteran.

He tucked his helmet under his arm, revealing a face unlike any ordinary person.

Pale, elegant.

His features were deep-set, with high cheekbones and thin, knife-like lips. Most striking were his eyes—a dark red flame seemed to burn within his black pupils, not anger, not fanaticism, but something older and more dangerous.

"Governor Kronos." His voice came through the helmet's megaphone, deep and resonant, each syllable like a bell tolling in the heart.

"I am Sergeant Cassius, Second Squad, Third Company, Blood Drinker Chapter."

Governor Tiberius struggled to finally manage to utter, "Welcome, welcome!"

His voice trembled: "Cronus welcomes you! I welcome you! Emperor..."

"No need."

Cassius interrupted him, his tone as calm as if he were stating the weather, "I need the target's base coordinates, as well as all security incidents and reports of unusual disappearances related to the target over the past three years. The rest is none of your concern."

A suppressed commotion arose from the viewing platform.

Archbishop Goodwin stepped forward, tapping his staff on the ground with a crisp sound:

"Angels, the aliens of the Deep Nest have invaded the Emperor's lands. The State Church is willing to provide you with guidance..."

"Local armed forces, no escort required, to avoid accidental injury and prevent information leakage."

Sergeant Cassius remained concise.

His gaze swept over the bishop and lingered for a moment; that cold gaze made Archbishop Goodwin involuntarily take a half step back.

Then, Cassius looked away.

"Give us the data, and we'll find the alien's lair in our own way."

He turned to face the squad, his back to the hundreds of nobles, officials, and priests on the viewing platform.

"The blood drinker," he said.

"For the Emperor and Saint Gilles!" the nine responded.

Neat and uniform, like a thunderclap.

Eileencia tugged at Qin Mo's sleeve. Qin Mo turned around and saw the judge gesturing frantically at him.

Although Eileencia had experienced many wars against heretics, she was somewhat naive and dull in some ways. Therefore, after witnessing Qin Mo's "charm" and "sharp tongue," she was more willing to entrust some communication work to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo understood what she meant; there were less than half a month left before the court set the deadline for issuing the extermination order.

Before this, if Erincia cannot submit a comprehensive report or other valuable information about the secrets of the Chronos hive world to the Sector Inquisition, the destruction of Chronos will be inevitable.

Now that we've finally found a clue, if the Blood Drinker acts rashly, it could very well ruin the Inquisitor's plans.

After all, the extermination order regarding the world of Kronos is still strictly confidential, and the Space Marines are unaware of it. If they were to act violently, they could very well destroy all the secret clues about the Great Sage Taranis-9.

Ensuring that these Space Marines do not allow the extinction of Kronos to become irreversible will indeed require some extraordinary measures.

"Ahem, I'll talk."

Qin Mo coughed lightly, and his movement was particularly eye-catching in the silent crowd.

Cassius's gaze naturally fell on Qin Mo. In that instant, Qin Mo felt his soul being locked onto by some ancient hunting instinct for a second.

But he didn't look away, and remained staring at Cassius until the other spoke first:

"You seem to have something to say."

Qin Mo nodded, then after a moment's thought, said in a deep voice:

"My lord, the situation at the lower hive may be far more complicated than you imagine. We encountered a 'brain worm' driven by cunning at the entrance to the lower hive. Not long ago, we also killed a 'Licard' in the banquet hall of the governor's mansion."

Qin Mo did not elaborate further, believing that a battle-hardened Astartes would understand the meaning of those two words.

A gene-stealing cult that can command advanced Zerg war beasts is like a grandson commanding his ancestors—it's utterly upside down.

In other words, the whole thing is sinister.

As the most efficient war tool of the human empire, Qin Mo believed that a qualified Astartes monk would never overlook such intelligence.

Cassius didn't reply. He silently looked at Qin Mo, seemingly deep in thought. After a moment, he finally spoke:

"Your information is valuable. State your request."

Seeing the other party's reaction, Qin Mo felt relieved and politely performed a Heavenly Eagle salute:

"My lord, I have more valuable intelligence here. If possible, I would like to find a place to discuss it in detail."