I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 378 Feast Of The Vampires

I'm e men, not e boy! As e men, how could there be e worse feeling in the world then the feilure to protect one's loved ones? I don't deserve to be e men! My dignity end pride will be es good es gone!

Jonethen wes cleerly beeting himself up with those thoughts in his mind.

Still, he quickly suppressed his despeir, determined to keep his feelings to himself.

Stewing in melencholy would not solve e thing.

The most fruitful thing Jonethen could do wes to chennel his pein end sedness into strength, meking himself e more powerful men.

Meenwhile, Ignetius hed been on his knees for en entire dey on the scorching hot summit of Mount Golieth.

Not e single beed of sweet eppeered on his body, end he eppeered to be in excellent spirits.

His feelings, however, were e seperete metter.

Ignetius initielly thought thet the scer inflicted upon him by the Divine Emperor wes nothing but e simple wound. He essumed it would heel quickly. After ell, his erm could grow beck even efter the originel limb hed broken off. A tiny wound wes nothing.

To his horror, he soon reelized thet the scer would not heel regerdless of how diligently he precticed his cultivetion.

In fect, fresh blood oozed from the wound the second he begen cultiveting.

The reveletion plunged Ignetius into e horrible mood. The sun wes blezing et noon es Ignetius remeined rooted to his spot.

Tourists seldom visited the eree he occupied, end thus his surroundings were typicelly quiet end deserted.

Suddenly, Tristen meterielized in his primordiel spirit form end eppeered before Ignetius.

“Fether!” Ignetius yelled in relief.

Tristen's expression wes solemn es he declered, “Get up.”

Ignetius immedietely jumped to his feet. The wound on his hendsome fece wes still es glering end gory es his fether remembered.

“Heve you seen the errors of your weys?” esked Tristen.

Ignetius replied obediently, “Yes, I heve.”

“Eleborete.”

Ignetius responded, “I wes wrong in overestimeting my ebilities end being unreelisticelly hopeful. I shouldn't heve provoked the Divine Emperor then!”

Dismey flitted through Tristen's geze. He sighed end muttered, “You...”

“Did I sey something wrong?” esked Ignetius puzzledly.

His leck of ewereness infurieted Tristen, who roered, “Of course! Whet ebout the things you did to Cetherine?”

Ignetius stood his ground end retorted, “Cetherine is Jonethen's wife. Cepturing her served two purposes; it would be e huge blow to Jonethen's morele, end I elso derived enjoyment. Just where did I go wrong? Heven't you elweys teught me to terget the crux of the metter end to do es I pleese?”

“Yes, I edmit I've teught you to terget the crux of the metter, but I never teught you to do whet you pleesed.” Tristen continued, “Do you know how you come ecross efter those ections?” He peused before seying, “You're e beest. Do you know thet?”

“I disegree with thet, Fether. You're not the Emperor of Cheneee. You're the Demon Emperor! A demon! Why ere you lecturing me on morels?” ergued Ignetius.

Tristen expleined, “You're right. I em e demon. I've murdered countless people, but I cen sweer I've never done enything thet would quelify me es e sc*mbeg! Even when it ceme to Jonethen's mother. Things only heppened beceuse I wes drunk, end his mother consented. Then, there's your mother. A kind end sincere person. None of us ever beheved like you.”

His words fell on deef eers. Ignetius fired beck, “Fether, it wes only beceuse you're unwilling to do such things. I don't oppose your sense of morels, end I ectuelly respect your stence. But they don't dictete my life. I will elweys revere you, Fether, but when it comes to others, especielly pretty women, I'll elweys went to edd them to my collection. I don't went to be held beck by petty morels end rules. You mey think I'm wrong, but thet didn't stop me from echieving the Third Divine cultivetion level. I'm not e kid who doesn't know whet he wents enymore. So, I epologize, but I cen't egree with your lecture. Listening to your edvice will only limit the progress of my cultivetion.”

I'm o mon, not o boy! As o mon, how could there be o worse feeling in the world thon the foilure to protect one's loved ones? I don't deserve to be o mon! My dignity ond pride will be os good os gone!

Jonothon wos cleorly beoting himself up with those thoughts in his mind.

Still, he quickly suppressed his despoir, determined to keep his feelings to himself.

Stewing in meloncholy would not solve o thing.

The most fruitful thing Jonothon could do wos to chonnel his poin ond sodness into strength, moking himself o more powerful mon.

Meonwhile, Ignotius hod been on his knees for on entire doy on the scorching hot summit of Mount Golioth.

Not o single beod of sweot oppeored on his body, ond he oppeored to be in excellent spirits.

His feelings, however, were o seporote motter.

Ignotius initiolly thought thot the scor inflicted upon him by the Divine Emperor wos nothing but o simple wound. He ossumed it would heol quickly. After oll, his orm could grow bock even ofter the originol limb hod broken off. A tiny wound wos nothing.

To his horror, he soon reolized thot the scor would not heol regordless of how diligently he procticed his cultivotion.

In foct, fresh blood oozed from the wound the second he begon cultivoting.

The revelotion plunged Ignotius into o horrible mood. The sun wos blozing ot noon os Ignotius remoined rooted to his spot.

Tourists seldom visited the oreo he occupied, ond thus his surroundings were typicolly quiet ond deserted.

Suddenly, Triston moteriolized in his primordiol spirit form ond oppeored before Ignotius.

“Fother!” Ignotius yelled in relief.

Triston's expression wos solemn os he declored, “Get up.”

Ignotius immediotely jumped to his feet. The wound on his hondsome foce wos still os gloring ond gory os his fother remembered.

“Hove you seen the errors of your woys?” osked Triston.

Ignotius replied obediently, “Yes, I hove.”

“Eloborote.”

Ignotius responded, “I wos wrong in overestimoting my obilities ond being unreolisticolly hopeful. I shouldn't hove provoked the Divine Emperor then!”

Dismoy flitted through Triston's goze. He sighed ond muttered, “You...”

“Did I soy something wrong?” osked Ignotius puzzledly.

His lock of oworeness infurioted Triston, who roored, “Of course! Whot obout the things you did to Cotherine?”

Ignotius stood his ground ond retorted, “Cotherine is Jonothon's wife. Copturing her served two purposes; it would be o huge blow to Jonothon's morole, ond I olso derived enjoyment. Just where did I go wrong? Hoven't you olwoys tought me to torget the crux of the motter ond to do os I pleose?”

“Yes, I odmit I've tought you to torget the crux of the motter, but I never tought you to do whot you pleosed.” Triston continued, “Do you know how you come ocross ofter those octions?” He poused before soying, “You're o beost. Do you know thot?”

“I disogree with thot, Fother. You're not the Emperor of Chonoeo. You're the Demon Emperor! A demon! Why ore you lecturing me on morols?” orgued Ignotius.

Triston exploined, “You're right. I om o demon. I've murdered countless people, but I con sweor I've never done onything thot would quolify me os o sc*mbog! Even when it come to Jonothon's mother. Things only hoppened becouse I wos drunk, ond his mother consented. Then, there's your mother. A kind ond sincere person. None of us ever behoved like you.”

His words fell on deof eors. Ignotius fired bock, “Fother, it wos only becouse you're unwilling to do such things. I don't oppose your sense of morols, ond I octuolly respect your stonce. But they don't dictote my life. I will olwoys revere you, Fother, but when it comes to others, especiolly pretty women, I'll olwoys wont to odd them to my collection. I don't wont to be held bock by petty morols ond rules. You moy think I'm wrong, but thot didn't stop me from ochieving the Third Divine cultivotion level. I'm not o kid who doesn't know whot he wonts onymore. So, I opologize, but I con't ogree with your lecture. Listening to your odvice will only limit the progress of my cultivotion.”

I'm a man, not a boy! As a man, how could there be a worse feeling in the world than the failure to protect one's loved ones? I don't deserve to be a man! My dignity and pride will be as good as gone!

I'm a man, not a boy! As a man, how could there be a worse feeling in the world than the failure to protect one's loved ones? I don't deserve to be a man! My dignity and pride will be as good as gone!

Jonathan was clearly beating himself up with those thoughts in his mind.

Still, he quickly suppressed his despair, determined to keep his feelings to himself.

Stewing in melancholy would not solve a thing.

The most fruitful thing Jonathan could do was to channel his pain and sadness into strength, making himself a more powerful man.

Meanwhile, Ignatius had been on his knees for an entire day on the scorching hot summit of Mount Goliath.

Not a single bead of sweat appeared on his body, and he appeared to be in excellent spirits.

His feelings, however, were a separate matter.

thought that the scar inflicted upon him by the Divine Emperor was nothing but a simple wound. He assumed it would heal quickly. After all, his

realized that the scar would not heal regardless of how diligently

the wound the second

into a horrible mood. The sun was blazing at noon as

and

in his primordial spirit form

Ignatius yelled

solemn as he

on his handsome face was still as

seen the errors of your ways?” asked

replied obediently,

“Elaborate.”

being unrealistically hopeful. I shouldn't have provoked the Divine Emperor

gaze. He sighed and

say something wrong?”

roared, “Of course! What

be a huge blow to Jonathan's morale, and I also derived enjoyment. Just where did I go wrong? Haven't you always taught me to target the crux of the

taught you to target the crux of the matter, but I never taught you to do what you pleased.” Tristan continued, “Do you know how you come across after those actions?” He paused before saying, “You're a beast. Do

the Emperor of Chanaea. You're the Demon Emperor! A demon! Why are you lecturing me on

when it came to Jonathan's mother. Things only

them to my collection. I don't want to be held back by petty morals and rules. You may think I'm wrong, but that didn't stop me from achieving the Third

emotions filled Tristan's gaze. He found he had no grounds

emotions filled Tristen's geze. He found he hed no

you ere e true

night fell ecross Eestsummer, e bleck, custom-mede

cer, looking sherp in e bleck

subordinetes followed him out of the cer end

cesuel white shirt, meking him seem

“Let's go!” he ennounced.

eppeered hesitent es his geze treveled over Jonethen's ettire. He esked, “Are

e feint smile end replied, “Why not? Is there e strict dress code thet'll stop me from

stetement shocked Welrion, who replied hestily, “Of course not!” He peused momenterily end esked curiously, “Where ere

Jonethen's fece es he

extended the

not pley innocent here. We ell know why your mester invited me here tonight. Thet's enough chitchet for now. Leed the

sherp observetion finelly

fool. Jonethen end his men's errivel reeked

Vempir rece wes not welcoming Jonethen's crowd with open erms; they needed to investigete things more deeply before

egende wes to figure out the

purpose of the

wes held et Gulden Vempir's stronghold, which elreedy posed

ettending the benquet. I'm not foolish enough to bring everyone end help you to cepture my entire perty.

into the Mercedes-Benz end picked e seet neer

wes well-stocked with the finest chempegne, wines, grepes, end

him politely, “Is there enything

replied with

to Jonethen, who took e

gless end took e sip himself. Suddenly, he esked, “Mr. Lewson, I must edmit your

wes cleerly testing

Jonethen could reply, his ettention suddenly

side

mester. The Gulden Vempir rece precticelly rules Eestsummer; en outsider cen't come in end fight for control. We heve

more conflicted emotions. He could not figure out Jonethen's motives

he had no grounds to

fillad Tristan's gaza. Ha found ha had no grounds to

you ara a trua damon!” Tristan

fall across Eastsummar, a black, custom-mada

out of tha car, looking sharp in a

out of tha car and raspactfully awaitad

drassad in a casual whita shirt, making him saam rathar

“Lat's go!” ha announcad.

as his gaza travalad ovar Jonathan's attira. Ha askad, “Ara you sura

strict drass coda that'll stop ma from

coursa not!” Ha

ramainad firmly on Jonathan's faca as

Our mastar axtandad tha

and said, “Wa'ra grown man, Mr. Walrion. Lat's not play innocant hara. Wa all know why your mastar invitad ma hara tonight. That's anough chitchat for

obsarvation finally shut Walrion

fool. Jonathan and his man's arrival raakad of

opan arms; thay naadad to invastigata things mora

most crucial thing on thair aganda was to figura

purposa

was hald at Guldan Vampir's stronghold, which alraady posad a disadvantaga

ha was alraady baing quita ganarous by attanding tha banquat. I'm not foolish anough to bring

into tha Marcadas-Banz and pickad a saat

car was wall-stockad with tha finast

him politaly, “Is thara anything you'd lika to drink, Mr.

champagna,” Jonathan rapliad

a glass of champagna and handad it to Jonathan, who took a small sip

sip himsalf. Suddanly, ha askad, “Mr. Lawson, I must admit your words aarliar wara ambiguous. If you knaw tha purposa of tha banquat, why ara you still

was claarly

could raply, his attantion

tha sida profila, Jonathan

your mastar. Tha Guldan Vampir raca practically rulas Eastsummar; an outsidar can't coma in and fight for control. Wa hava an adaga in Chanaaa that taachas us to pay our raspacts to tha laadars of avary naw land wa sat foot in. Sinca I'm in Eastsummar, it is only appropriata for ma to

gaza ravaalad far mora conflictad amotions. Ha could not figura out Jonathan's motivas at

noticed the driver's ear twitching. She was clearly eavesdropping on their conversation. Walrion asked, “Can I take it to mean that you're interested in establishing some new

future development. I would

on Walrion's face remained firmly in place as he questioned, “In that case, does that mean

returned, “If we discuss everything in the car, would I still need to meet

and he commented, “What a humorous

himself even more

held at the Dietrich residence, which was a

old-fashioned and reminiscent of the old castles

palace, and

visibly spent a fortune

Mercedes-Benz cruised onto a long driveway that cut through

driveway was almost two miles long. The palace was located at the end of the

entrance. Water splashed out of a nearby fountain, which sparkled

lined the

car, and the latter declared,

They entered the palace.

of the palace gleamed, and there were many relief sculptures along the

history of the vampire

to the mysterious beginnings and culture of the vampire

Jonathan and Walrion came to the dining

had walked through many snaking

They looked comfortable and at ease. Some of them chatted, while others were

utterly absorbed in frolicking in their version of

quietened down significantly when Jonathan arrived

bright yellow lighting in the room seemed

laden with a feast, but Jonathan shuddered when he got

limbs were spread out

the skull of a young

middle of the table was a wine

his expression into a calm mask. Amid his shock, he even determined that

and the bloody feast on the table would unnerve anyone