After receiving the amplification from Mother Chaleos, Darren completely changed his previous fighting style. Any attack that did not absolutely require evasion—where failure to dodge would result in severe injury—was t head-on, relying entirely on weapon guards and armor to take it directly.
The special dicinal enhancent provided by Mother Chaleos not only had a high retention rate, but also further strengthened a hunter’s physique, reduced damage to the joints, and possessed a certain degree of slow healing effect.
On top of Darren’s armor, prior to setting out to hunt the owner of the mysterious song, the Research Commission had urgently convened a eting. In order to increase the probability of a successful hunt, they allowed Darren to advance a considerable amount of future investigation points, with the Research Commission covering the cost, successfully exchanging them for the materials left behind after Logan’s unsealing.
Supplented by additional materials from Aki and young Loren, and using high-concentration Terastal crystals collected from deep within the Ancient Tree as an energy source, this full set of "crystal" armor was successfully forged.
It was said that after this armor set was completed, both the Second Fleet Master and the Alchemy Granny sighed in admiration, calling it the greatest masterpiece they had produced in all these years.
Sheathing his blade, the dense Terastal energy seeped from the armor into the Blazing Wing. After nimbly evading the attacks of the now-frenzied Rajang, and sensing the searing heat at his back, Darren imdiately leapt, drawing his blade from its sheath.
His entire body radiated a blazing white light as the Calamity Fla, amplified by Terastal energy, completely transford into white fire that enveloped the blade.
Rajang raised its arm to block, but the muscle, saturated with battle aura, was effortlessly torn apart by this ultra-high-temperature strike. The blade sank deeply into the flesh, colliding with the internal bone and producing a chilling grinding sound.
The intense pain, coupled with the loss of control caused by the tearing of its arm muscles, threw Rajang into panic. It instinctively rolled wildly across the ground, breaking free from the blade while simultaneously tumbling out of Darren’s attack range.
Letting out a painful wail, it deactivated its battle aura transformation, dragged its immobile arm, and fled the area at top speed.
Darren’s fired Clutch Claw grasped only empty air. Watching the retreating figure of Rajang fleeing in its battle aura state, he ultimately abandoned the idea of continuing the pursuit.
A fight like that could happen at any ti—but right now, there were more important matters.
Turning back and seeing that Mother Chaleos’s illusory body seed to be on the verge of leaving, Darren hurriedly called out to stop her.
It turned out that back when they encountered Rajang, the Admiral—trying to save Mia, who had no ti to dodge—had forcibly gouged a stone slab out of the ground. With no armor to serve as a brace, he had still taken Rajang’s breath attack head-on.
Although when they withdrew, Darren hadn’t found any injuries on the Admiral aside from exhaustion, there had been no armor support at the ti. Even Darren himself wasn’t confident he could withstand it that way, so he worried the other party might have so unseen internal injuries.
In the Guiding Lands, it was only a small camp to begin with, and all kinds of resources were extrely scarce.
Now it was fine—having Mother Chaleos here, the Research Commission’s strongest physician, ant there was nothing to worry about.
Hearing Darren’s request, Mother Chaleos stared at him with a flat, lifeless gaze, speechless.
If she had co to the Guiding Lands so readily, aside from having Logan as her backing, wasn’t it precisely because at the Research Commission, injured people were being carried to her nest every few days?
With her temperant of "if I can lie down, I absolutely won’t sit up; if I can snack and watch the fun, I absolutely won’t go on the field myself," being able to endure it for ten years had already been her limit!
Even though her relationship with the Research Commission was mutually beneficial, she had diligently worked for ten years, and had even handed over her beloved child to the Research Commission!
Why, now that they were already here, were they still unwilling to let her go?
While Mother Chaleos kept complaining to herself, she also followed closely behind Darren. Even as Darren repeatedly used the Clutch Claw to travel, she did not fall behind in the slightest.
Very soon, amid the rapid movent of one man and one dragon, they arrived at the entrance to a fissure located in the center of the forest environnt, enclosed by steep cliffs and giant trees.
Mother Chaleos rolled her eyes in exasperation and quietly looked at Darren, as if to say, Do you think I can squeeze into a crack this small?
Darren awkwardly rubbed his head. After soothing Mother Chaleos’s mood, he quickly climbed into the fissure.
Before long, the weakened Admiral was helped out by Mia and a Felyne together.
Seeing Mother Chaleos sprawled on the ground like a platter, tongue lolling out as she scavenged honey in the distance, the Admiral’s pale face showed a trace of ashad smile.
"I’m sorry—for troubling you even after coming here."
As for Mother Chaleos "retiring," that had already been conveyed by the little Chaleos. The Research Commission’s upper ranks all knew the inside story behind Mother Chaleos’s departure, so although they felt so regret and reluctance, they still accepted the result.
Since most of the First Fleet had already retired, it was only natural and reasonable for this special mber of the First Fleet to want to rest as well.
Hearing the Admiral’s words, Mother Chaleos let out a weak croak. She actually held a fairly good impression of this Admiral who resembled Rajang—within Astera, aside from the forr Provisions Manager, he was the one she was closest to.
Thus, after responding, Mother Chaleos rarely roused her spirits, fully opening her dull, lifeless gaze to carefully examine the Admiral’s condition.
Based on what she observed of his current state, she assessed his physical condition and then carried out precise adjustnts. A specially prepared dicinal mist seeped from her scales, covering the Admiral’s outstretched wrist.
After allowing it to perate the blood vessels and confirming the Admiral’s current drug tolerance, she then began producing the dicinal mist in large quantities.
This entire procedure was sothing Mother Chaleos had painstakingly developed—combining the treatnt workflows used by the Research Commission’s dical staff with the latest dical diagnostic thods brought back from the Old World by transport personnel, and then integrating her own unique traits. The final result could be called the fastest and most optimal treatnt thod with virtually no side effects.
As the specially prepared dicinal mist poured into his body in large amounts, the Admiral’s exhausted body began to recover. Muscle tears, concealed internal injuries, and the residual elental energy damage left behind from repeated battles during investigations in the Guiding Lands were all completely healed under this ticulous treatnt.
Raising his arm and looking at his proud biceps, the Admiral nodded in satisfaction. Subconsciously, he took out so freshly harvested dicinal herbs from his pack and fed them to Mother Chaleos.
After expressing his thanks, he then returned into the fissure to put on his equipnt.
Mother Chaleos looked at the small fissure before her, and the image of Logan—who had been missing for a long ti—surfaced in her mind, only to be quickly overwritten by the scene of the Admiral offering her food.
After a brief internal struggle, she soon made her decision!
"The environnt above this fissure seems pretty nice, gwa! It’s well connected and very suitable for wandering around, gwa! It seems like a pretty good spot for a nest, gwa!"
After rattling off three excuses in a row, Mother Chaleos felt perfectly at ease. She flapped her small wings and flew into the air, forcibly carving out a nest at the smooth top of the fissure, happily fantasizing about a future life of complete idleness.
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