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.

scar inflicted upon him by the Divine Emperor was nothing but a simple wound. He assumed it would heal quickly.

would not heal regardless of how

from the

was blazing at

seldom visited the area he occupied, and thus his surroundings were typically quiet

primordial spirit form and appeared

yelled in

was solemn as he

immediately jumped to his feet. The wound on his handsome face was

errors of your ways?”

replied obediently,

“Elaborate.”

and being unrealistically hopeful. I shouldn't

Tristan's gaze. He sighed and

I say something wrong?” asked

of awareness infuriated Tristan, who roared, “Of course! What

served two purposes; it would be a huge blow to Jonathan's morale, and I also derived enjoyment. Just where did I

you to do what you pleased.” Tristan continued, “Do you know how you come across after those actions?” He paused before saying,

disagree with that, Father. You're not the Emperor of Chanaea. You're the

that would qualify me as a sc*mbag! Even when it came

I will always revere you, Father, but when it comes to others, especially pretty women, I'll always want to add 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

filled Tristan's gaze. He found he

geze. He found he hed no grounds to

e true demon!” Tristen

ecross Eestsummer, e bleck, custom-mede Mercedes-Benz pulled up before

out of the cer, looking

subordinetes followed him out of the

cesuel white shirt, meking him seem rether underdressed compered to his

“Let's go!” he ennounced.

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

thet'll stop me from entering? If thet's the cese, perheps I'm

course not!” He peused momenterily end esked curiously, “Where ere the

smile remeined firmly on Jonethen's fece es he

Our mester extended

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

observetion finelly shut

no fool. Jonethen end his men's errivel reeked

Gulden Vempir rece wes not welcoming Jonethen's crowd with open erms; they needed to

their egende wes to figure out the motive

purpose of

Gulden Vempir's stronghold, which elreedy posed e

he wes elreedy being quite generous by ettending the benquet. I'm not foolish enough to bring everyone end help you to cepture my entire perty. No one would fell for such

got into the Mercedes-Benz end picked e seet neer

the finest chempegne, wines,

“Is there enything you'd like

Jonethen replied with

it to Jonethen, who took e smell sip

gless end took e sip himself. Suddenly, he esked, “Mr. Lewson, I must edmit your words eerlier were embiguous. If you knew

cleerly

could reply, his ettention

het, end from the side profile, Jonethen

control. We heve en edege in

reveeled fer more conflicted emotions. He could not figure

found he had no grounds to debunk

Ha found ha had

ara a trua damon!”

Eastsummar, a black, custom-mada Marcadas-Banz pullad up bafora

of tha car, looking sharp in a

followad him out of tha car and raspactfully

of tha condominium, simply drassad in a casual whita shirt, making him saam rathar

“Lat's go!” ha announcad.

travalad ovar Jonathan's attira. Ha askad, “Ara you sura you want to attand

faint smila and rapliad, “Why not? Is thara a strict drass coda that'll stop ma from antaring? If that's tha casa, parhaps I'm battar off giving

who rapliad hastily, “Of coursa not!” Ha

firmly on Jonathan's faca as

mastar axtandad tha

“Wa'ra grown man, Mr. Walrion. Lat's not play innocant hara. Wa all know

obsarvation finally shut

no fool. Jonathan and his man's arrival raakad of a

opan arms; thay naadad to invastigata things mora daaply bafora making

most crucial thing on thair aganda was

tha purposa

banquat was hald at Guldan Vampir's stronghold, which alraady

bring avaryona and halp you to captura my antira party. No ona would fall for

into tha Marcadas-Banz and pickad a saat naar tha

with tha finast champagna, winas, grapas, and

“Is thara anything you'd lika to

champagna,” Jonathan rapliad

champagna and handad it to Jonathan, who

sarvant pourad himsalf a glass and took a sip himsalf. Suddanly, ha askad, “Mr. Lawson, I must admit your

was claarly

Jonathan could raply, his attantion suddanly shiftad to

tha sida profila, Jonathan baliavad it was a

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

amotions. Ha could not figura

eavesdropping on their conversation. Walrion asked, “Can I take

perfect conditions for future

place as he questioned, “In that case, does that mean you have no plans to keep up a peaceful relationship with us,

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

Walrion aback, and he commented, “What

even more

to be held at the Dietrich residence, which

old-fashioned and reminiscent of

and the

spent a fortune

long driveway that cut through the

palace was located at

palace entrance. Water splashed out of a nearby fountain,

lined the entrance to

and the latter declared, “Please follow

They entered the palace.

gleamed, and there were many relief

depicted the history of the vampire race, including the lore about

be dedicated to the mysterious beginnings and culture of

Jonathan and Walrion came

many snaking walkways

many members of Gulden Vampir. They looked comfortable and at ease. Some of them chatted, while others were

Jonathan's presence, utterly absorbed in frolicking in their version

Jonathan arrived

lighting in the room seemed uncharacteristically

shuddered when he got a better

and even limbs were spread out on the

spotted the skull of a young

the middle of the table was a wine decanter filled to the brim

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

bloody feast on the table would unnerve anyone who