[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bear-school-astartes":3,"chapter-bear-school-astartes-bear-school-astartes-chapter-355":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Bear School Astartes",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1620185,2087,"Chapter 355. Frenzied Hunter","bear-school-astartes-chapter-355",355,"\u003Cp>\"Pshhh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A section of smooth, silver blade swiftly pierced into the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of blood being squeezed out of the body was brief and quick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast-transformed patient, panting heavily as he pinned his victim to the wall and kept thrusting the pitchfork forward, revealed a portion of the blade’s tip from his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade tip, unstained by blood, shattered its already mutating teeth and gums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast-transformed patient writhed and jerked with distorted vitality, but as the blade tip was twisted ninety degrees, it collapsed completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dogs corrupted by the beast plague grew large, fierce, and possessed keen senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the dogs, which had torn off a forearm, detected something amiss and let out a confused whimper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Woof?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before it could raise its head...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thud!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A boot, reinforced with plate armor, stomped directly onto its neck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With brutal force and heavy weight, this stomp pinned the dog’s neck against the wall, while the vertebrae made a crisp ’crack’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force-crushed and deformed vertebrae punctured through its decaying skin, spewing a foul-smelling blood slurry that splattered on the wall in a spray pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With calm precision, Lann stabbed with a steady thrust and then stomped, breaking the neck of a diseased hound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other two simultaneously realized what was happening, dropping the lifeless flesh from their jaws and lunging at Lann.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a glance to confirm their position, the Demon Hunter clenched his empty hand into a fist... \"Bang!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The iron knuckle studs of his studded leather gloves were driven into the head of one of the rabid dogs mid-air with ferocious force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The iron nails ripped through flesh, and the fist crushed bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whine... Crack!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halfway through howling, Lann’s fist drove the dog’s lower jaw into the wall!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lower half of its jaw was completely shattered, dense blood mixed with bone fragments flowing and splattering out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Retracting his fist, he blocked with his forearm on one side of his neck, just in time for the final rabid dog to collide awkwardly with his steel-armored forearm during the motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the silver blade finally withdrew from the back of the beast-transformed patient’s head and mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like whipping, the blade carved a full and graceful arc in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swinging across the chest, the entire rabid dog was neatly sliced in two by Aron Dite’s blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinctively, Lann flicked the blade, ejecting the bits of flesh and thick blood with a \"splat\" onto the ground, leaving the Lady of the Lake’s Sword pristine once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a section of golden runes on the blade’s surface shone brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demon Hunter suddenly opened his large hand to catch something from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brown glass bottle the size of a beer bottle landed in his grasp, its mouth sealed with a burning cloth strip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a homemade Molotov cocktail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those not yet heavily beast-transformed still used tools from their human lives, and their skeletal structure hadn’t yet distorted beyond recognizable human form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, to some extent, it’s hard to say whose destructive power was greater compared to patients in later beast-transformation stages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without even looking, Lann’s act of catching the Molotov did not deter the recently arrived beast-transformed patients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were four or five of them, most wearing shabby top hats or straw hats, seemingly having lived a hard life in Yan’an. They were rapidly mutating in this sudden Night of the Hunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of them wielded pitchforks, cleavers, or other everyday tools, and one of them held a long-barreled musket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the only thing that caught Lann’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demon Hunter calmly watched them rush in with growls, and at the moment when the musket man pulled the trigger, he threw the Molotov back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glass bottle shattered on the musket’s barrel as the bullet exited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exploding Molotov in mid-air created a larger area of effect than a direct throw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gasoline from the bottle rained upon all the beast-transformed patients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Yan’an, people believed that ’beasts should be hunted with fire’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This notion was nearly an obsession, leading every household to stockpile dangerous flammable materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was indeed proven advice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Engulfed in flames, the beast-transformed patients panicked, dropping their weapons before screaming, rolling... eventually turning into charred corpses sprawled on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whistle~ Looks like fire is indeed super-effective, seems they react even stronger than ordinary people being burned.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann whistled, having taken into account the trajectory of the Molotov, the timing of the musket shot... and so forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He orchestrated all factors into a single Molotov throw, perfectly covering them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It gave Lann a sense of satisfaction in achieving his objective flawlessly according to plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t over yet; behind the burned beast-transformed patients, a figure stepped onto the ground where the Molotov flames were gradually extinguishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall top hat, light gray high-collared trench coat, tight-fitting waistcoat underneath, and various belts, metal tools dangling for ease of hunting... undoubtedly, it was a Yan’an Hunter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head was lowered, the brim of the top hat hiding his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by his attire, his hunting outfit had a ’fashion sense’ belonging to the Victorian Era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann internally named him the ’Stylish Hunter’ for the time being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you a Hunter out on the hunt?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demon Hunter took the initiative to display friendliness. Although the blood on the other’s coat was terribly thick, Yan’an Hunters often operated in such a manner, so it wasn’t surprising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann gradually approached and then stopped at a safe distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This safe distance was mainly determined by the length of the other’s weapon. The Stylish Hunter’s weapon was a stout steel cane, comparable to a Longsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front end was edged for stabbing, while the back was also edged but not very sharp, seemingly meant for striking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The safe distance Lann maintained was more than sufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, he had shown himself to be a normal human; on the Night of the Hunt, this almost served as proof of being the same kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet after Lann spoke, the Stylish Hunter showed no intention of responding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he switched the grip on his steel cane to a reverse hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann’s eyes narrowed slightly at this, the hilt of the sword he had been holding loosely now gripped firmly in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, when the Stylish Hunter lifted his head, most of his face had already begun to grow coarse black hair!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those eyes had also degenerated into a chaotic mass!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Swish!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very moment the Stylish Hunter raised his head, the steel cane he held in reverse emitted mechanical sparks, projecting a soft and swift reflection of steel into Lann’s vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demon Hunter, initially standing laxly, fluidly sidestepped in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That steel reflection whipped past his armor, slicing through the air!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch, I knew it...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann murmured with a twist of his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How could a Yan’an Hunter use an ordinary cane?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demon Hunter’s cat-like eyes watched the steel gleam retract into the Stylish Hunter’s grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seamless steel cane had now split into sections, each cut at an angle to be sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bound together by what seemed more than just steel wire, it had transformed into a flexible sawtooth steel whip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, it was beastified townsfolk throwing Molotovs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it was a beastified, deranged Hunter wielding his hunting skills against a human.\u003C\u002Fp>",1225,"2026-06-06T10:40:07.942Z",1,"novelbin.me","f1617f044061af5c8dbe097bd1664adf807be8717125e85df5baf6ab9eaab8b6","bear-school-astartes-chapter-356","bear-school-astartes-chapter-354",1043,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbear-school-astartes-cover.jpg"]