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

The air in the bottom nest was damp and foul, a mixture of industrial waste, rotting corpses, and the cloying sweet smell unique to alien nests.

This place holds a deep memory for people at the end of the Qin Dynasty.

Elevator shaft in section B-29.

With Qin Mo's help, the Blood Drinkers quickly found the core territory of this cunning cult.

"spread."

Cassius's voice came through the helmet's loudspeaker, deep and thunderous.

The ten cultivators silently dispersed, their movements perfectly synchronized. Their explosive guns were already loaded, and their chainsaw swords hung at their waists, ready to tear flesh apart at any moment.

Cassius had located an abandoned elevator shaft 300 meters ahead.

There, biomass signals are as dense as a honeycomb.

"Gene thief".

A soldier behind him spoke in a low voice, his tone very calm.

"At least three hundred," another monk added, his helmet equipped with an additional bio-scanner that allowed for more precise identification of the enemy.

Cassius raised his fist, and the whole team stopped.

From the depths of the tunnel came rustling sounds, like countless claws crawling on the rocks, countless jaws chewing, and nauseating whispers that mimicked human prayers but were twisted into alien tones.

"Looks like they're 'going to church'," Cassius sneered.

"Then let them see the real angels."

He drew his power sword, and a blue energy field on the blade hummed and lit up, illuminating ten pairs of eyes burning with fighting fervor in the tunnel.

"I will live up to the blood of Saint Gilles!" he said.

"We will live up to the blood of Saint Gilles!!!" the nine responded.

The first gene-stealer didn't even have time to scream when it pounced down from the ceiling.

Cassius swung his chainsaw sword upwards, precisely slicing it into its chest cavity and splitting it in two from the groin to the head.

Purple blood splattered onto his power armor. He tilted his head back, letting the blood mist fall onto his visor, like a bloody sacrificial ritual.

"This is dedicated to Saint Gilles," he whispered.

But more gene-stealers surged from the darkness, like a tide, their purple carapaces gleaming in the shadows, their four arms brandishing claws, hissing menacingly.

In addition, there are countless "cunning brothers" who were once miners, gang members, and vagrants in the bottom nest, but after being contaminated by alien genes, they have all become twisted monsters.

But the Blood Drinkers are not ordinary humans; they are the emperor's killing tools.

The bomb gun fired instantly, and the .0.75 caliber rocket-propelled warhead hit the target at close range, first penetrating the armor, and then exploding inside the monster, blasting it into pieces from the inside.

The combat monks advanced in a wedge formation, using chainsaws to clear a path between each other, while explosive guns provided cover fire in the gaps.

They worked together seamlessly, like a killing machine that had been running for a century.

The tunnel was filled with the sounds of explosions, screams, and the cracking of flesh.

Not far behind the cultivators, Qin Mo and Eileencia were observing this carnage.

"These are the Emperor's angels."

Eileencia's face was flushed, and she seemed very excited. As an inquisitor, she felt a sense of satisfaction seeing these enemies of humanity being slaughtered by the Astartes.

Qin Mo did not respond.

He had no prejudice against the Blood Drinkers Chapter, an ancient and powerful chapter that had paid a heavy price countless times in its fight against humanity's enemies.

But as a seasoned Cloud Hammer user, he knew all too well what was wrong with the Bloodthirsty One.

On the surface, this chapter has suppressed the Blood Angels' old problems of "blood thirst" and "dark fury," but in reality, their method for solving these two major genetic problems is a kind of "withdrawal therapy."

They regularly hold a "Horos ritual" in which the blood drinkers temporarily relinquish their honor and joyfully drink the blood of the victims.

These victims were sometimes warbands, sometimes prisoners of war, and in special circumstances, innocent civilians of the Empire could also become victims.

Fortunately, these Space Marines seem to be relatively normal and should still be in the withdrawal period. Otherwise, even without waiting for the cunning riots, these monks alone would be enough to throw the world of Kronos into chaos.

"I haven't found any trace of genetic sages; perhaps we need to investigate further."

Just then, Furnessa, protected by a group of crusaders, was carrying a strangely shaped instrument and measuring around.

According to the mechanical priest, this instrument is a measuring device modified using tissue from a portion of the Great Sage's remains. It will emit a whistling sound once the Great Sage's biosignature is detected nearby.

Qin Mo was not fond of the superstitious technology of the Mechanics Church, but Fu Ningna's technical skills were still trustworthy.

Eileencia nodded, waved, and led the group closer to where the Blood Drinkers were.

The main force for this trip consisted of only the three of them. In order to prevent the Chicken Cult from resorting to desperate measures, the Inquisitor needed to leave more manpower to guard against the monsters' invasion of the stronghold.

Tina, the girl in white, remains the focus of protection; no one knows whether those cunning cultists have given up on her.

This girl has a secret connection with the Great Sage, and she may play a significant role in the future. Therefore, the Inquisitor left Hack and Herman to protect her.

The group had gone less than a hundred steps when Qin Mo's temples suddenly began to throb violently.

His "spider-sense" alerted him again, and he instantly turned his gaze to the deepest part of the tunnel.

The number of gene stealers has been rapidly reduced due to the violent cleanup by the blood drinkers, but nearly a hundred mutants have emerged from deeper into the tunnel.

They charged fearlessly toward the Space Marines, dragging all sorts of heavy weapons such as mining hammers and logging axes.

The mutants averaged three meters in height, giving them a size advantage even when facing Astartes.

However, height and physique alone do not offer Astartes any advantage.

Cassius took the lead, his power sword flashing as a blue curtain of light.

Each sword strike landed precisely on the deformed creature's joints, neck, and head—the most fatal spots. He wasn't fighting; he was performing a dance of death.

"Charge!" Cassius roared.

The Blood Drinkers pressed forward, their chainsaw swords and bomb guns roaring simultaneously.

The mutants were quickly overwhelmed; their massive size became a disadvantage, as the Blood Drinkers could easily take down hordes of enemies simply by shooting or wielding their chainswords.

Behind them, hundreds of gene-stealer corpses were cooling. Purple blood flowed in streams, trickling down the tunnel's slope like a twisting river, deeper into the nest.

But what Qin Mo felt threatened by were not these mutants; his gaze was fixed on the dark corner of the tunnel.

The next moment, several dark figures darted out from the corner and pounced on a lone Blood Drinker warrior. The sound of sharp claws tearing through steel armor immediately rang out.

"Alien!"

With a cry of pain, the Blood Drinker Astartes warrior was instantly engulfed by the shadows.