[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bear-school-astartes":3,"chapter-bear-school-astartes-bear-school-astartes-chapter-389":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},1620219,2087,"Chapter 389. Union","bear-school-astartes-chapter-389",389,"\u003Cp>The wooden house wasn’t particularly sturdy; in the damp environment of the forest, it simply couldn’t be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Lann first placed his hand on the eaves of the roof, the sound of cracking wood was already heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the effect of the Light Body Skill, which increased the body’s buoyancy in the air, played a crucial role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only after Lann flipped himself onto the roof that the wooden plank at the edge truly broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three beastification gunmen with bone marrow ash at their waists began twisting their stiff joints, pointing their guns at the person on the roof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three gunmen had different stances, and their firing intervals were different as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the demon hunter’s retina, Mentos marked each gunman with different colors representing different threat levels according to their firing timing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one with the darkest color not only had loaded bullets but was nearly done aiming the muzzle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bang!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t the sound of gunfire, but the sound of the beastified gunman falling backward!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he jumped onto the roof, Lann held onto the broken piece of wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The piece of wood, heavy and swollen from absorbing the moisture in the forest, became a weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So much so that when the wood block hit the face of the beastified gunman, the withered muscles and hair on the face twisted like waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The yellow-toothed, blood-smeared teeth in its mouth were shattered, and the rifle it was holding slipped from its grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gunman with the second-highest threat level was pinned to the forehead by a flying knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the blink of an eye, after completing a series of actions to ’flip onto the roof and clear out two gunmen’,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the third gunman finally managed to load his rifle with silver bullets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as it was about to turn its muzzle around...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boom!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In heavy armor, a tall and robust figure had already charged right in front of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without even drawing a blade, the boot with overlapped plate armor kicked the rifle and the beastified gunman together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metal barrel of the rifle bent into a V-shape, and the wooden body of the gun splintered into shards and splinters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the hairy gunman, like an overly light ragdoll, was kicked straight off the rooftop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You could hear the sound of its ribs breaking in mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a stone protruding from the soil at the spot where it landed on the ground, and after a few \"crackles\" of bones breaking wrapped in flesh, the beastified gunman lay twitching weakly on the rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henrik was already entangled below with other beastified patients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old hunter skillfully began to elongate the battle line, allowing himself to engage only one enemy at a time, ensuring the safety of his flanks and rear in combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hunters of Yan’an had long discarded their armor; they couldn’t, like the demon hunters, wear a layer of armor underneath and another layer of Quen outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann, with interest, picked up the rifle from the ground, and after a few trial clicks, quickly adapted to this vintage firearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bang!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the sound of gunfire ringing out on the rooftop, a beastified patient, mouth agape as it charged Henrik, had its head blown open as if struck by an invisible hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the initial shock, Henrik quickly adjusted his mindset and, cooperating with the rooftop gunfire, swiftly exterminated this group of beastified patients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How was it? My shooting wasn’t bad, was it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the forest fell silent again, Lann, half-squatting at the roof’s edge, supported himself with the rifle and smiled at Henrik below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panting for a while, then rapidly returning to normal, the old hunter adjusted his tricorn hat, a sign of old-fashioned gentlemanly manners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good shooting, Lann. But have you ever considered...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old hunter crossed his arms, looked up at the young man above, squinting his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That you could just pull me up to enjoy the high ground advantage too, without having to...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Henrik stomped on the head of a not-yet-dead beastified patient on the ground, quieting it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...without having to roll around in the mud with these ’fellows’?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man smiled innocently, \"My bad, I thought you were enjoying it with them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henrik helplessly pressed his tricorn hat, trying hard not to pay attention to the smiling face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-----------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old hunter collected the bone marrow ash from the beastified gunmen and put it in his pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t take any of the silver bullets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to him, the power of silver bullets comes from the blood within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This blood has a mystical connection with its owner, and after death, the blood mixed into the silver bullets will lose its effect over time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone knowledgeable takes over immediately after the bullet’s owner dies, perhaps three out of ten silver bullets can retain their potency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But by the time Henrik went to collect the spoils, it was undoubtedly too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he didn’t replenish a single bullet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After passing this small village, half of the Forbidden Forest path was already traversed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henrik led Lann up an elevator that looked overgrown with weeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Similar to the design within Yan City, there was a switch in the middle that could be activated by stepping on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although to Lann’s mechanical knowledge, placing such a complex structure within a thin wooden board was unscientific.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since academic institutions like Byron Vis, with leading figures researching Spiritual Vision, it’s understandable that the elevator disregards mechanical principles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the elevator rose and stopped firmly, unexpectedly, Lann and Henrik encountered a living individual with his sanity intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a uniform resembling a 19th-century London sheriff’s uniform, a deep-blue sheriff’s uniform with a light blue short cape draped over the shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his head, oddly enough, was an iron bucket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was literally an iron bucket without a handle, with just a small hole gouged out for the left eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This limited, narrow vision left Lann puzzled about how the person survived in this perilous environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Walter? You’re here too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann couldn’t help but glance behind him, surprised that Henrik actually knew this person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the man referred to as Walter also greeted Henrik in a muffled voice through the iron bucket helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After shaking hands, the two exchanged a brief conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man in the sheriff’s uniform was a leader of the Hunter Alliance, of which Henrik was also a member.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meaning of such alliances differed from Church Hunters or ordinary hunters and did not represent their clientele.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the ’factions’ within hunters divided by weaponry style, they didn’t care what tools you used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After some listening, Lann realized this alliance seemed to be formed based on different hunting targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walter’s alliance members focused on hunting an invisible entity, a ’bug’ lurking within the human heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The complexity of a hunter’s identity expanded Lann’s understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take Henrik for instance; he was an ordinary hunter not directly serving the Church, undoubtedly a ’Saw Meat Hunter’ by style. And by hunting targets, he prioritized the ’bug’ mentioned in the alliance pact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henrik wasn’t too keen on chatting with his alliance leader for long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even ask further why Walter was in the Forbidden Forest or which path he took.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurriedly bid farewell to Walter with Lann and left.\u003C\u002Fp>",1222,"2026-06-06T10:40:07.942Z",1,"novelbin.me","d65edf891fefd98ba7d0f23b89089e831ca4cc2d928cea61e78c244ea0450db2","bear-school-astartes-chapter-390","bear-school-astartes-chapter-388",1043,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbear-school-astartes-cover.jpg"]