Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 231 Eight Gates

The capital city is the hub of a country. It has been magnificent and majestic since ancient times.

But right now, the capital city was filled with a strange and eerie atmosphere. Above the clear sky, there was a faint layer of gray, like a cursed veil, quietly covering up the dazzling sunlight.

The gray object seemed to have life, slowly moving and emitting an unsettling aura. The sunlight struggled to penetrate the grayness, but only brought a cold, unreal light, immersing the entire city in an unreal hue.

Before the busy caravan entered the city, every member put on a strange talisman with a solemn look on their faces.

The talisman was carefully forged from iron, and it was cold to the touch, with twisted and strange lines engraved on it. These lines did not seem to be still, but rather, they moved slightly and eerily as people looked at them, as if they had their own life and were whispering unspeakable secrets.

After Shi Fei entered the capital, he still instinctively felt uncomfortable. He always felt that something was watching him in the corner of the shadows, and the feeling of being watched was like a shadow that followed him everywhere and could not be shaken off.

He entered the capital from Xizhimen, and when he looked up, he saw the yellow seal of Hastur, the King in Yellow, blatantly engraved on the city gate. The yellow flag hung on the city gate was embroidered with twisted runes.

The indescribable pollution is spreading around at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it has life, corroding everything around it. The polluted air seems to become thicker, with a rotten, fishy and sweet smell that makes people nauseous.

It’s outrageous!
Is this the capital?
It’s simply the lair of the Old Ones!
The powerful mental interference even caused Shi Fei to hallucinate. The figures of eight different Old Ones appeared and disappeared in the streets and alleys of the capital. Their bodies were huge and deformed, beyond the scope of human cognition.

Hastur's sharp and piercing laughter, Cthulhu's dull and suppressed laughter, Nyarlathotep's malicious grin... so many laughs intertwined together, making him dizzy!

It seemed as if it was mocking him for walking into a tiger's mouth and overestimating his own abilities!
You wouldn't believe it, there are more Old Ones in the capital than he imagined.

Shi Fei calmed himself and looked at the buildings on both sides of the capital. Under the strange light, the buildings seemed to be distorted and deformed, like monsters with bared fangs and claws.

"What a bunch of bastards!" he cursed in his mind.

Men are the animals that cannot stand provocation!

Shi Fei didn't say anything and slapped Xizhimen with his palm!
The blazing flaming giant palm slammed onto the ancient city wall of Xizhimen with a "bang". Unfortunately, a faint yellow light blocked Shi Fei's palm.

When the people around saw that someone was so bold as to bombard the city gate, they were so scared that they fled in all directions and the streets were suddenly in chaos.

Shi Fei was not discouraged when he saw that his first palm strike was ineffective. He continuously swung out several giant flaming palms. Unless Hastur's true body came, who could stop him?

The roaring giant flaming palm attracted the city guards. A team of armored soldiers quickly came over. They were wearing strange armors covered with twisted runes, as if they came from the same source as those divine runes.

What was even more bizarre was that something seemed to be moving in their blood vessels, as if the armor had merged with their flesh and blood. They held muskets in their hands, pointed the muzzles at Shi Fei, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Pah, pah, pah!" The gunshots rang out like firecrackers, and the bullets flew towards Shi Fei like raindrops. The guns were contaminated by the Old Ones, and the bullets they fired carried a foul smell, as if every bullet contained some kind of indescribable curse.

他们用的乃是英国的步枪，弹仓容量为10发，有效射程在400~500米左右。一名训练有素的士兵，可以在6~7秒打完10发子弹。

Shi Fei sneered, and with a wave of his right hand, the bullets were bounced back by his invisible force!
The bullets hit the soldiers "pa pa pa", but were blocked by their armor, making crisp sounds of metal collision.

The soldiers obviously did not expect Shi Fei to be so strong. Their faces changed drastically, and they blew their whistles to call for more reinforcements. Looking at the Xizhimen Gate, which was glowing yellow and standing still, Shi Fei turned and turned into a sword light that soared into the sky, like a sword of the gods, and slashed fiercely on the city gate.

With a loud bang, a yellow shadow appeared on Xizhimen Gate, blocking the sword. At the same time, shadows also appeared on the other seven gates.

Shi Fei looked carefully and saw:
The dragon king's seal of Cthulhu was raised above Dongzhimen, and a relief of a fish head and a dragon body was engraved on the city gate. Cthulhu sat on top of Dongzhimen and sneered at Shi Fei.

Endless dreams emerged above the Chaoyang Gate, and the gate was covered with spider-web-like patterns. That was the domain of the "Dream Weaver" Atlach-Nakea.

The Chongwen Gate was filled with black chaos, and there were thousands of reliefs carved on the gate, which were the "demon master" transformed by Nyarlathotep.

There is a meat-like relief on the Xuanwu Gate, with goat horns pointing straight to the sky. It is the symbol of Shab-Niggurath, the black goat of the forest.

The Fucheng Gate distorts time and space, and there are clock and crack patterns engraved on the gate, which are the marks of Yog-Sothoth, the "Lord of Time and Space".

The Anding Gate is like a mirror, reflecting the bottomless abyss, which is the domain of the "Lord of the Abyss" Conqueror Ctanid.

Finally, a huge eye rose above Deshengmen. Wherever the eye shone, there was nothingness. That was the gaze of the "Eye of the Void" Aihot!
In addition to the Yellow King Hastur in front of Shi Fei, there is an Outer God or an Old One in charge of each of the eight gates in the capital.

There are eight evil gods. Shi Fei was so angry that he laughed when he saw that there were enough evil gods in the capital to play two mahjong tables.

What is this Qing court doing?

Open a chess and card room?

Among them are three pillar gods: Nyarlathotep, Yog-Sothoth, and Shub-Niggurath. What virtue and blessing did the Qing court have to have their incarnations on the city gates?

Just as Shi Fei was complaining in his heart, the eight evil gods seemed to form a formation. Nyarlathotep stood in the center, his hands clenched, as if he had drawn a strange giant bow across the sky.

On the giant bow, the energy of the eight evil gods gathered and condensed into a colorful arrow - the arrow of blasphemy!
"Go!"

Nyarlathotep let out a low cry and released the bowstring. The blasphemous arrow instantly pierced the sky and flew straight towards Shi.

Before Shi Fei could react, the arrow had already pierced his body and blasted him dozens of miles away.

His body drew an arc in the air and finally fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Nyarlathotep stood on the city gate, looking at Shi Fei who was blown away, and smiled playfully.

The laughter echoed over the capital, as if mocking Shi Fei's arrogance.

(End of this chapter)