Chapter 3167: The Bird People Descend from the Heavens, Bringing News of Dusk’s Defeat—Croak, an Auspicious Sign!

When Vam saw Transylvania’s dragon knights charge into battle for the first time, he immediately, instinctively confirmed that binding the soul of a berserker Samurai to fearless steel was an absolutely brilliant idea.

No one knows what kind of bizarre thought process went through Vam’s muscle-packed head to reach this conclusion, but the most outstanding trait of The Fury and His servants is their insane execution. According to Little Mummy, almost on the third day after Transylvania’s Black Disaster ended, a team of Berserker Priests from Ice Bay secretly arrived in Westerburg.

Nominally they came to study, but these Barbarians treated it as a trial of faith, using that to define the nature of this mission.

After all, for Barbarians, the process of learning is always filled with all sorts of indescribable “suffering.” Without enough faith buff, even the most devout Berserker Priests would struggle to get through their studies smoothly.

Honestly, they’d rather charge a few thousand enemies with a sword in hand than sit quietly in a classroom listening to undead dryly describe the operating principles of wetware cores.

Watching this bunch of muscleheads huddle together and “discuss” the handouts’ questions in a very physical way is actually quite entertaining, but Murphy didn’t have much time to stay in Westerburg and watch idiots talk mechanics.

He had already set a departure time with Little Mummy, and after asking Nifytelli about the traditions and etiquette used when the Pharaoh King celebrated his birthday, he returned to Crimson Castle around noon.

But just as he flew to the border between the Andma Hills and Count Cadman’s Domain, Murphy saw a strange golden flash flickering deep in the hills. He immediately stopped beating his wings in mid-air, closed his eyes, switched to the Blood-Drinking Spirit Vulture’s viewpoint, and prepared to see what was going on.

That direction should be the wasteland area where the Feathered Serpent God’s Sun Temple was located.

To call it a Temple is a bit much—it was basically a pyramid in Aztec style, designed by Princess Qiuchote and built by the Stonemason Association. But because Transylvania was currently building an industrial zone in the Andma Hills, the construction progress of this pyramid had been delayed somewhat.

It was, however, close to being capped now.

Princess Your Highness Qiuchote from the New Continent and the group of newbies in Transylvania who were willing to walk the “Way of the Sun” used that place as their activity area. Although Elder Sister Kulkan had already given “authorization,” Murphy intended to make “Sun Warriors” the new class for the next version update, so at the moment the Feathered Serpent pyramid only housed the inheritance of Shamanism.

This class type, whose abilities are mostly support-oriented, is a minority among players, so the pyramid side is far less lively than other regions. Aside from a few anglers running around everywhere, most people don’t bother going to that desolate place. However, Princess Qiuchote has excellent vision—no idea if she had some “expert guidance” or what—anyway, the location of her pyramid is practically prophetic, sitting exactly next to the industrial zone planned in the Andma Hills.

As soon as that area prospers, this still-unfinished Feathered Serpent pyramid will immediately become a Feng Shui Treasure Land for preaching.

Yet when Reveno flew at several times the speed of sound high above to the area where the golden flash flickered, and shared his top-down perspective, Murphy saw something unbelievable.

A few “Bird People” were attacking his players!

They were beating their pure white wings, darting through the sky, firing scorching arrows down at the ground, driving a bunch of players practicing Shamanism to run all over the place, each one crying for mom and dad as they searched for cover.

The main reason they were getting stomped this badly was that they were all newbies. They basically had no combat power, let alone any ability for anti-air warfare. Of course, a few brave ones fired their guns up at the sky, but those Bird People moved incredibly fast; the bullets couldn’t track their movement at all, much less hit them accurately.

“Well now! I don’t know where this flock of Bird People came from, but they dare to bully my warriors like this on Transylvania’s soil? Do they really think Murphy is some soft pushover?”

Seeing his own players being bullied so miserably, the fire in Murphy’s heart shot straight up.

His Blood wings, vast as dragon wings, beat once, turning him into a blood-red arrow loosed from the string, streaking toward the incident area. Meanwhile, by the still-unfinished pyramid, several robust Sky Warriors dressed in traditional Aztec garb were also wearing furious expressions.

Under the orders of King Osiris’s Guard Commander, these strong and pure warriors swore to demolish this “illegal construction” on this foreign land used to desecrate the Feathered Serpent God!

Uh… this was actually a misunderstanding.

The main issue was that the Stonemason Association was building this kind of “extraterritorial architecture” for the first time and didn’t really understand the Aztec traditions.

They lit the Solar Fire on the pyramid’s summit before the golden throne of the Feathered Serpent God was completed, which clearly violated the ancient rules of the Feathered Serpent Temple. But Qiuchote herself is a rough-and-ready type; she figured it was no big deal—on the Old Continent you can slap things together however you want and nobody notices anything wrong.

However, for true fanatical believers, doing things out of ritual order is blasphemy!

Most importantly, this Temple that wasn’t following the rules not only had serious problems with its ritual procedures, it also had no official Feathered Serpent Divine Priest presiding over it, only a bunch of foreigners practicing the Way of the Sun.