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

Qin Mo looked around with some curiosity; this was his first time entering the interior of the Thunder Eagle gunboat.

The hatch closed behind him, the hydraulic system hissing low like a giant beast clenching its teeth, instantly shutting out the clamor, incense burning, and hypocritical greetings of the nobles in the nest of Kronos.

Instead, there was a completely different, cold environment—not in terms of low temperature, but in a ritualistic, solemn atmosphere that made people afraid to speak loudly.

Qin Mo stood in the cockpit of the Thunder Eagle, his feet on a metal floor with anti-slip texture, covered with dark marks—not rust or dirt, but blood.

That was blood that had seeped into the metal's texture after countless battles, blood that could not be washed away.

Qin Mo had no idea that the meeting room that Sergeant Cassius had specially arranged was actually inside the Thunderhawk gunship. He and Irenecia had been invited to this steel behemoth to discuss the issue of the Bottom Nest Chicken Cult with this noble Space Marine.

Qin Mo glanced around and saw that the cabin had twenty fixed folding seats, just enough to accommodate a ten-person squad and their equipment.

The metal frames on both sides were covered with inscriptions, the script not resembling Imperial Gothic but more like some ancient script, winding and twisting like veins. Every meter along the wall was a cold light lamp, its shade shaped like angel wings, casting a pale, deathly glow.

"Speak, Your Excellency of the Court, I am willing to hear your insights."

Cassius's deep, emotionless voice came from ahead, his crimson power armor gleaming darkly in the dim light.

Qin Mo and Irenecia exchanged a glance, and Irenecia was the one who spoke first:

"My lord, the Osiris family, a high-ranking noble family in the world of Kronos, has fallen into darkness. They are willing to associate with the Tyranids, or rather, this family has actively accepted the genes of the Xenomorphs in order to seek so-called 'evolution'."

The Space Marine looked at the Inquisitor, a hint of impatience flashing across his noble face:

"Tell me something I don't know."

Eileencia's face flushed slightly. Although she understood these rock-solid Astartes monks, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable experiencing their coldness in person.

"This world may be hiding a great sage of the Mechanicus genetics school, and a possible STC system core."

Qin Mo picked up the conversation, his words straightforward and to the point.

A glint flashed in Cassius's eyes; Qin Mo's words had clearly piqued his interest.

"Go on."

The Space Marine said very briefly.

"The historical records of Cronus are filled with the deeds of that great sage. Not long ago, we recovered the great sage's remains from an abandoned research institute. Unfortunately, we discovered that her consciousness had likely been transferred."

Qin Mo paused, observed the other's reaction, and, finding that the Space Marine was still staring intently at him, continued:

"The Osiris family has a very close relationship with the Genestealer cult that can command high-level Tyrannical war beasts. Coincidentally, this noble family is also the last servant of the Gene Sage."

Qin Mo's words came to an abrupt end; he wanted Cassius to unleash his imagination.

The Astartes were not merely warriors; after undergoing 19 genetic modifications, their intelligence far surpassed that of ordinary humans. Qin Mo believed that with this information, Cassius should be able to deduce the general truth.

"You mean, this nobleman used the research results of the Gene Sage, or you suspect that the culprit behind everything is this Gene Sage, who manipulated the Osiris family to create the Tyranid War Beasts and Gene Stealers?"

Cassius's words were very direct, without any attempt to hide anything.

Qin Mo shrugged, offering no reply, but his expression revealed his stance.

"An interesting conclusion."

Cassius nodded, and continued to ask:

"So, after sharing such valuable information, what reward do you want?"

Centuries of fighting had worn away his naivety; even the Inquisition had its own agendas, and the Space Marines wanted to know more about their opponents.

Qin Mo patted Irenecia's hand, and the judge finally spoke:

"We want to cooperate."

Cassius cast a questioning look at him.

"From the Inquisition's perspective, I cannot go into the details of the Inquisition's mission, but our goals do not conflict with yours. If possible, we would like to join the Blood Drinkers in their war against the Chicken Thieves to complete our mission."

Eileencia said somewhat nervously.

Qin Mo understood her idea. With the help of the Space Marines, they could further investigate the secrets of the Osiris family. If they went deep enough, they would definitely be able to obtain some key information about the Great Sage or the core of the STC system.

"cooperate?"

Cassius looked at the two of them, and for the first time, a smile appeared on his face:

"Your Excellencies, you have greatly underestimated the power of the Son of Saint Gilles. Dealing with a cunning cult is no problem for us."

He stood up, his giant-like figure obscuring both of them.

"To thank you for your information, you can join our team. Once we've cleared out the aliens, you can go and complete your own missions."

Cassius stepped out of Thunderhawk first, but his last words still clearly reached their ears:

"But be careful not to get too close to avoid unnecessary accidental injury."

Qin Mo watched the other person's retreating figure and smiled helplessly.

The child of an angel is always so confident.

He inadvertently noticed a shrine hanging on the wall at the deepest part of the cabin, directly opposite the cabin door.

It was a niche more than two meters high and more than one meter wide, with gold Gothic arches inlaid on the edges and a statue of Saint Gilles with outstretched wings carved on the top of the arch.

The shrine looked very strange, like a coffin, and glowed with a dark red light under the pale, cold lamp.

Upon seeing the shrine, his "spider-sense" immediately began to warn him, as if some extremely dangerous monster was lying inside.

"We need to bring Funina along. I have a feeling we're going to make a huge profit this time."

Eileencia seemed somewhat excited; in her more than ten years as an inquisitor, this was only the second time she had fought alongside the Imperial Angels.

Qin Mo barely suppressed his discomfort. He looked at Irenecia and whispered a reminder: "Angels can also get hurt. I think we should be fully prepared in case of any unforeseen circumstances."

Eileencia gently patted Qin Mo's shoulder, reassuring him:

"These warriors are true powerhouses. For them, those cunning bastards in the bottom nest will be wiped out in a very short time. What we should really be worried about is how to dig out something of value from the ruins after their battle."

Qin Mo frowned, his unease growing stronger.