[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bear-school-astartes":3,"chapter-bear-school-astartes-bear-school-astartes-chapter-490":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},1620170,2087,"Chapter 490 - 492. \"Infiltrate","bear-school-astartes-chapter-490",490,"\u003Cp>\"Come on, stand still... stand still...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassandra drew the bowstring to her lips, murmuring softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes fixed sharply on the trunk of a tree within the harbor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely, her gaze seemed to focus on something beyond the trunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the strange performance, holding the bowstring taut for ten seconds without a breath seemed almost normal in her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed she had finally seen what she wanted to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ha! Got you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassandra softly released her fingers from the bowstring, the arrow quivering through the air, whistling as it flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With controlled technique, the arrow traced a curve in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Cassandra faced the trunk directly, the arrow arced around it, embedding itself into the other side of the trunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the sound of the arrowhead hitting flesh, there was a dull thud as something dropped to the ground, followed by silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Cassandra’s vision, she clearly saw the scene beyond the trunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A giant barbarian soldier, muscular and fierce-looking, covered in thick body hair, clad in a breastplate made of two bronze plates held together, wielding a hammer as tall as half a person and as large as a head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If an ordinary person saw such a figure on the street, they would be terrified with just a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, however, this tall and fearsome warrior had an arrow that could be called ’slender’ for his size lodged in his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armor of this era often lacked neck protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A barbarian’s breastplate was merely two bronze plates connected by leather straps, worn front and back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassandra’s arrow pierced the unprotected neck, pinning him against a wooden wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow held the barbarian’s neck to the wall, and the gushing blood from the wound drained all the strength from his robust body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body ended up hanging crookedly on the wall, barely supported by the slender arrow!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His limbs still twitched with residual nerve impulses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassandra didn’t spare him another glance, expertly sprinting and climbing...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a leopard, she reached the top of the tree trunk in two or three bounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breathing and movements became almost inaudible as she came to a halt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What happened over there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice inquired from the other side of the wooden wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the barbarian hadn’t uttered a scream or cry of pain to raise the alarm, the sound of the hammer hitting the ground and his limbs twitching was enough to prompt curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man wearing Athenian Linen Armor but adorned with a Spartan-style crest helmet, holding a drawn Short Sword, cautiously circled around the wooden wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassandra had chosen a killing spot at a corner, forcing anyone coming to investigate to walk around the wall to see what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the mixed-gear fellow rounded the corner...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Squelch!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like an eagle swooping down for prey!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment before, Cassandra was silent; the next moment, she leapt from the tree!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her broken spearhead thrust downward with momentum into the man’s neck as she descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp blade pierced through skin, muscle, breaking the collarbone and ribs, a sound so quick and forceful it melded into a chilling sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like snapping a large, thick stalk of celery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spearhead entered from the base of his right shoulder and diagonally pierced through his chest cavity, emerging from under his left armpit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassandra calmly pulled out the spearhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Squelch!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood spurted from the crude, ancient spear shaft as it was drawn from the chest cavity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent had stopped even twitching on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing another silent kill, Cassandra easily dragged two bodies into the bushes outside the harbor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swapped for a new sword and a pair of bracers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After holding back, this spree against the One-eyed People’s followers brought her great satisfaction in upgrading her gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looting excellent equipment from enemies’ bodies and using it herself often made her hum in delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the dock of the harbor, the One-eyed People’s roars and screams continued, suggesting the duo entertained each other for quite a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Cassandra was already steadily pushing toward the dock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Adrestia was her hope to escape Cephalonia’s poverty and step into a new life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without this ship, she couldn’t breach the Athenian naval blockade to enter Megaliss or claim the Spartan Blood Wolf’s head and the Drachma promised by Erpinuo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just thinking about it quickened Cassandra’s steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed to visualize the entire harbor’s layout and personnel placements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She consistently evaded the patrols’ view, emerging silently from the shadows to deliver swift deaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she advanced toward the dock, the harbor gradually descended into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her plan had always been to leave no survivors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Crunch!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassandra came down from the sky, driving the spearhead through the cap-wearing foe’s skull!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skull couldn’t withstand the spear’s force; the spearhead punched through to the jaw, emerging from it and leaving the man limp on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassandra habitually grasped the spearhead protruding from beneath the chin, twisting viciously aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like turning a valve, the spearhead twisted the skull sideways at a ninety-degree angle, the neck vertebrae snapping dully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Cassandra briskly withdrew the spearhead from the man’s skull, letting him collapse completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another stealthy mid-air assassination, unnoticed by anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clean, silent... at least it should have been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, when Cassandra finished, she suddenly discovered a cage with wild wolves next to her position!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolves were somewhat trained, only baring teeth at her until the display of blood and brain matter aroused their instincts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its throat vibrated as its lips curled back, exposing its sharp teeth, about to howl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassandra had no time to deal with the wolves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In discomfort, she swore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Malaka! Icarus, didn’t you see this...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before Cassandra finished saying ’you didn’t see,’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A specialized projectile flew in from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thud,\" and blood burst from the wolf’s head, the howl caught in its throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassandra looked up, tracking the shot; fifty meters away on a slope, Lann lowered his left hand, gesturing a greeting to her.\u003C\u002Fp>",997,"2026-06-06T10:40:07.943Z",1,"novelbin.me","e905a0698b397b27f11205e5db5bcf4f0e1f6a1e76ee79c50a5a725af2dacba6","bear-school-astartes-chapter-491","bear-school-astartes-chapter-489",1043,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbear-school-astartes-cover.jpg"]