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

"Boom boom boom!"

The two heavy bomb guns of the "Thunder Eagle" gunship opened fire on the glass dome of the conference room, and the exquisite skylights, which were like works of art, shattered into glass shards after a roar.

Chaos erupted in the venue. Eileencia and Goodwin stopped releasing their psionic powers and stared in disbelief at the sudden attacker.

In theory, Upper Nest should have absolutely robust air defenses, but because the Blood Drinker Chapter's Thunderhawks were designated as legitimate aircraft when they landed on Chronos, the raid was completely unimpeded.

The rear hatch of the Thunderhawk opened, and several rappelling cables descended, from which Hack and several Stormtroopers immediately glided down.

"The end of the Qin Dynasty!"

Hark's eyes lit up when he saw Qin Mo's figure, but soon he saw Grove Anvil being guarded by several guards.

"What's going on...?"

"Bring the governor and the head of the Grove family along!"

Qin Mo had no intention of delaying. He gave the order to Hak, then turned around and unleashed a shockwave that slammed into the head of a guard beside him.

The steel helmet shattered instantly, and taking advantage of the moment, Qin Mo snatched the laser rifle from the other party and fired a shot at Goodwin.

Assassinating the bishop of the Church of England is a serious crime, but he must now take the initiative and, incidentally, ascertain the true identity of his adversary.

The rosary beads on the bishop's chest flickered, instantly deflecting the attack.

This amulet, containing a powerful deflection field generator, is a precious treasure of the high priests of the State Church.

But Qin Mo was not disappointed at all, because he knew that Irenecia would understand his intentions.

Sure enough, the next moment, a pillar of psionic fire shot straight toward Bishop Goodwin.

Such a saturation attack was beyond the Rose Rosary's ability to withstand. Goodwin hurriedly swung his scepter, and blue flames swept out, countering and eliminating Irenecia's psionic fire pillars.

But as the flames subsided, a figure suddenly lunged at the archbishop.

Qin Mo's fist was brimming with intense shockwave power. With the enhancement of his strength attribute, he could now easily shatter steel.

The most important thing in dealing with psionicists is not to give them a chance to calmly cast spells. With Irenecia as cover, Qin Mo punched the scepter that the opponent was blocking in front of his chest. Not only did the punch shatter the scepter, but it also hit the archbishop directly in the chest and sent him flying.

Archbishop Goodwin was sent flying, crashing heavily behind a row of tables and chairs.

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes. Without the "Holy Relic" scepter, Archbishop Goodwin should no longer be able to perform any witchcraft.

Unless, of course, he doesn't need to rely on this so-called "relic" scepter at all.

But he wouldn't go and find out at this time.

He turned to look at Hack, who had taken advantage of the chaos to eliminate the governor and the head of the Grove family, and gestured for them to board the Thunderhawk gunboat as soon as possible.

Eileencia's psionic flames roared like a long dragon, sweeping away a group of nobles and guards who adhered to the state religion, giving the group a chance to leave the governor's mansion.

After Qin Mo and others caused such a commotion, the nobles from Shangchao in the conference room began to take the opportunity to flee the governor's mansion.

Fortunately, the State Religion did not completely control the planetary defense forces, otherwise they wouldn't have had to wait until now to launch their attack.

If even one nobleman escapes and spreads the news that the state religion has imprisoned the governor, the planetary defense forces loyal to the governor will immediately "come to the rescue and protect the king."

Qin Mo turned and stared at Archbishop Goodwin, who had just stood up from the ruins of the tables and chairs.

His eyes widened instantly, feeling an extremely strong sense of unease. He had just hit the other person's chest, but he hadn't felt the fleshy sensation that a normal human body should have. Instead, it felt like he had shattered some kind of hard crystal.

At this moment, it appears that a layer of crystal was indeed condensed on the archbishop's chest, which began to crack and shatter after being struck by the shockwave from the end of the Qin Dynasty.

"You can indeed freely practice witchcraft."

Qin Mo said coldly.

Even though the scepter had been shattered, Goodwin could still summon the crystal from who-knows-where at his chest, clearly indicating that he possessed the ability to cast spells.

Goodwin looked at the shattered scepter in his hand, a cold glint in his eyes. He looked up at Qin Mo:

"So that's what you were planning."

But soon, he shook his head and said:

"What a pity, even if you found out, what could you do?"

"The game of fate has already been decided; no one can escape it."

Goodwin stretched out his hands, and blue flames erupted from his eyes and mouth, sweeping around like a tidal wave and roaring towards everyone in the hall.

Qin Mo's pupils suddenly twisted, and three black, blade-shaped tomoe connected end to end. His prepared divine power was activated, and his upper body suddenly became ethereal, instantly dodging the surging blue flames.

But the others were not so lucky. All those who were engulfed by the flames were consumed by the intense fire and instantly turned into charred corpses.

The nobles present immediately suffered heavy casualties.

Goodwin watched as Qin Mo dodged the blue flames but didn't continue attacking. He simply said with some curiosity:

"So you're a psionicist too. I didn't know you were hiding it so well."

Qin Mo did not respond. He tried his best to remain calm, and looked back at the other person with a profound expression, showing no fear whatsoever.

But his palms were already sweating. The other party was no small fry who had just received the power of the warp, but a true follower of an evil god.

Blue flame sorcery, crystal magic, and incoherent mutterings about fate and chessboards.

Aside from that arrogant birdman in the subspace, Qin Mo couldn't think of any other evil gods.

That makes things much clearer.

No wonder Goodwin is so adept at these treacherous schemes, no wonder he can predict warp storms—it's a common trait among that birdman's retinue.

"Archbishop, no, perhaps I should call you the Apostle Tzeentch."

Qin Mo carefully considered his words before saying to Goodwin, "Cronus is already in grave danger. Even if you launch a rebellion and seize power, what good will it do?"

"When those alien creatures from the bottom nest rush up, how much of what you've painstakingly planned will you be able to keep? Are you expecting your god to help you hold them off?"

Goodwin gave a strange smile and said in a low voice, "Mortals' vision is always limited to this."

"Don't you understand? The value of Kronos lies not in the planet itself." Goodwin spread his palms, seemingly helpless at Qin Mo's dullness.

At the same time, a fallen guard suddenly sprang up, his eyes all blue, and pounced on Governor Tiberius, biting at his neck.

"heresy!"

Eileencia used her psionic powers to knock the guard away, but Governor Tiberius's neck was almost torn apart, blood gushing out like a fountain, and he was on the verge of death.

"You bastard!"

Qin Mo cursed, "Take the Grove family head with you first!"

The next moment, a noisy shouting suddenly came from outside the meeting room. Qin Mo heard the people shouting the national religious prayer, and his expression changed instantly.

Unexpectedly, Goodwin's men were the first to arrive.

"boom!"

A burst of psionic flame suddenly erupted, completely destroying the already ravaged conference room.

Qin Mo suddenly felt something wrap around his waist. He turned around and saw that Hake had thrown out a rope that tightly bound him.

"Let's go!" Huck shouted.

Qin Mo suddenly felt himself being pulled into the air. He turned around and looked at the archbishop who was still standing in the ruins.

Goodwin made no other move, just stared at Qin Mo expressionlessly, as if he were looking at a dead man.