LOL: Kaisa's correct evolution manual

On the rock wall outside the cave, Zhang Xu found a very vague mark - a crescent-shaped mark, which did not seem to be carved by humans, but it was precisely this that made it look even more weird.

This trace...

Before Zhang Xu could think clearly, the Lakkor people in front of Zhang Xu and others took action.

They began to organize their equipment, silently making preparations that Zhang Xu could not understand, as if they were planning to go deeper into the cave.

"what are they doing?"

Although Kasa didn't say anything, Zhang Xu understood her lip movements.

However, Zhang Xu had no answer to this question.

Soon, all preparations were completed.

Following the gesture of the leading Lakkor, this group of Lakkor immediately took action - they seemed like a well-trained army, the leading few walked towards the inside of the cave with weapons in hand and vigilant looks on their faces, while some people in the middle tensed their bodies, always ready to deal with possible dangers that might follow, and the last group of people slowly went deeper into the cave while keeping a vigilant eye on the ones behind them.

......

A figure stood quietly beside the cave. His eyes were tightly closed, and his body did not move much. Every breath he inhaled and exhaled was very even, as if he had merged into the quiet environment around him.

He could hear the water dripping down the cracks in the cave's ceiling, and the wet rock floor reflected the light in the darkness. He knew the sacred patterns carved into the rock - they announced the fates and the orbits of the celestial bodies. Even with his eyes closed, he could see each arc of the moon.

The tranquility around him was broken by his action. He suddenly raised his arm, picked up the moon blade in his hand, and slashed the moonstone beside him.

Although the moonstone felt hard, it was still illusory, as if it did not exist in this world - this was what he believed in as training.

Aphelios found his path, the blade was his breath now, faster and faster each time. He slashed as he had for years, until he bled and was on the verge of self-destruction. He followed his weapon, twisting his body in the air. He slashed, blocked—every movement was smooth.

He closed his eyes so he didn't need to see, and didn't need to remember what he had gone through to pick up his weapon.

Aphelios suddenly lost his balance, and his moonstone blade flashed red—and a group of heavily armed figures broke into the scene before him. He stood up and put his hair back, and he saw that the moon had risen, shining into the shrines deeper in the temple.

Aphelios knew that someone else was coming.

A member of the Fiery Solari sect.

It seemed that this group of people could never be repelled. No matter how many people he killed, no matter how much blood was stained on his hands, this group of people would always just stop for a while and then attack again.

Aphelios turned and looked at the cave behind him shrouded in darkness—the true forms of those Solari guys were revealed under the moonlight, and each of them had his sword drawn.

The Lunari call them the Burners - by night, they cleanse the heretics of the Moon with fire. By day, their priests deny the existence of anything other than the Sun.

Their faces, hidden by flames, beneath hoods of darkness, were as inhuman as their sentences.

But this time, Aphelios discovered something unusual.

He saw other people behind the group of burners.

Maybe... an outsider?

Aphelios lowered his eyelids with some boredom. He was not curious about who those outsiders were. His only mission was to make sure that these Burners would never return.

Aphelios moved, swooping down onto the battlefield. The Burning One's weapons burned brighter in the darkness of the Gravitons.

The group of Burners finally started to make noise. They shouted loudly, sounded one alarm after another, and then they united and prepared to fight.

But the next moment, they found that their bodies were bound in place by the purple-black magic balls.

This seemed to be an unknown celestial magic. This restraint would not interfere with their thinking but would only restrain their actions. Most of the Burners were carefully selected warriors from the Cult of the Fiery Sun, and there was no panic on their faces.

Seeing this, Aphelios dropped the cannon in his hand, and in an instant, a new weapon appeared in his hand.

Broken soul.

As his body fell, Aphelios' eyes never left the faces of these enemies - each of their faces seemed to be burning, and everything about them was so hideous.

Aphelios shook his head slightly, not distracted as he slashed behind him with Severance and fired a beam of light from his crescent-shaped pistol that cut through the rock above the cave.

The Burners, finally showing signs of panic, could only watch helplessly as rocks fell from the top of the cave and hit their line.

The survivors scattered in all directions. Instead of wailing for their dead compatriots, they immediately gathered together and surrounded Aphelios in the center.

They stabbed Aphelios with the lava spears in their hands, but it was obvious that their attacks could not hurt Aphelios at all.

Weaving in and out of the attacks, Aphelios continued slashing with Severus while grabbing something with his free hand.

He knew it would pass through the veil and appear there out of thin air.

Another weapon, the folding mirror.

An arc soared through the air, and the remaining Burners in the open space had their necks cut open by the fold mirror—the moonstone ring blade twisted and spun, flying towards Aphelios, and was caught by him with one hand.

In just a few seconds, the battle was over.

Aphelios glanced up at the moon, listening for a whisper that only he could hear.

"I am with you..."

The bright moonlight fell on Aphelios, but he only felt cold. His expression quickly dimmed, and he turned his head and looked towards the entrance of the cave.

Although he was not curious about who these people who came here with the Burners were, he did not want this place to be destroyed, just as she did not want...

Zhang Xu and everyone around him witnessed the brief battle and saw clearly what Aphelios did.

It has to be said that Aphelios' fighting style can only be described in one word -

elegant!

So elegant!

From the beginning to the end of the battle, Aphelios' movements were smooth and seamless, like an elf dancing in the moonlight, and every move was filled with a unique beauty.

Too bad it's not a woman.

And now, Zhang Xu noticed Aphelios' gaze.

After a little thought, Zhang Xu slowly walked over, exposing himself completely to Aphelios' sight and also to the moonlight.