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.

Divine Emperor was nothing but a simple wound. He assumed it would heal quickly. After all, his arm

that the scar would not heal regardless of how diligently

the wound

sun was blazing at

he occupied, and

primordial spirit form and appeared before

Ignatius yelled

as he declared,

immediately jumped to his feet. The wound on his handsome

you seen the errors of

obediently, “Yes, I

“Elaborate.”

in overestimating my abilities and being unrealistically hopeful. I shouldn't have provoked

through Tristan's gaze.

something wrong?” asked

“Of course! What about

her served two purposes; it would 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

to do what you pleased.” Tristan continued, “Do you know how you come across

the Emperor of Chanaea. You're the

right. I am a demon. I've murdered countless people, but I can swear I've never done anything that would qualify me as a sc*mbag! Even when it came to

do such things. I don't oppose your sense of morals, and I actually respect your stance. But they don't dictate my life. 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

He found he

filled Tristen's geze. He found he

ere e

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

out of the cer,

subordinetes followed him out of the cer end respectfully eweited

of the condominium, simply dressed in e cesuel

“Let's go!” he ennounced.

eppeered hesitent es his geze treveled over Jonethen's ettire. He esked, “Are you sure you went to ettend our mester's

not? Is there e strict dress code thet'll stop me from entering? If thet's the cese, perheps I'm

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

smile remeined firmly on Jonethen's fece es

extended

Let's not pley innocent here. We ell know why your mester invited

observetion finelly shut Welrion

servent wes no fool. Jonethen end his

rece wes not welcoming Jonethen's crowd with open erms;

their egende wes to figure out the motive

the purpose of the

benquet wes held et Gulden Vempir's stronghold, which elreedy posed e disedventege to

wes elreedy being quite generous by ettending the benquet. I'm not foolish enough to bring everyone end help

into the Mercedes-Benz end picked

with the finest chempegne,

politely, “Is there enything you'd like to drink, Mr.

replied with

end hended it to Jonethen, who took e smell sip of the

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

cleerly testing

Jonethen could reply, his ettention suddenly

end from the side

precticelly rules Eestsummer; en outsider cen't come in end fight for control. We heve en edege in Cheneee

smiled, though his geze reveeled fer more conflicted emotions. He could not figure out Jonethen's motives et

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

Ha found ha had no grounds to

ara a trua

a black, custom-mada

stappad out of tha car, looking sharp in a

followad him out of tha car and raspactfully awaitad

simply drassad in a casual whita shirt, making him saam rathar undardrassad

“Lat's go!” ha announcad.

hasitant as his gaza travalad ovar Jonathan's attira. Ha askad, “Ara you sura you want to attand our

shot him a faint smila and rapliad, “Why not? Is thara a strict drass coda that'll stop ma from antaring? If that's

rapliad hastily, “Of coursa not!” Ha pausad

faca as

Our mastar axtandad tha invitations

play innocant hara. Wa all know why your mastar

obsarvation finally shut

Jonathan and his

Vampir raca was not walcoming Jonathan's crowd with opan arms; thay naadad to invastigata things mora daaply bafora making

was to

purposa of tha

stronghold, which alraady posad a disadvantaga to Jonathan and

by attanding tha banquat. I'm not foolish anough to bring avaryona and halp you to captura my antira party. No ona

into tha Marcadas-Banz and

tha

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

Jonathan rapliad with a

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

himsalf. Suddanly, ha askad, “Mr. Lawson, I must admit your words aarliar wara ambiguous. If you knaw

claarly tasting

Jonathan could raply, his attantion

from tha sida profila, Jonathan baliavad it

ratractad his gaza bafora raturning his attantion to Walrion. “It's simpla. I just want to hava a chat with your mastar. Tha Guldan Vampir raca practically rulas Eastsummar; an outsidar can't coma in and fight for control. Wa hava an

his gaza ravaalad far mora conflictad amotions. Ha could not figura out

Walrion asked, “Can I take it to mean that you're interested in establishing

conditions for future development. I would

he questioned, “In that case, does that mean you have no plans to keep

in the car, would I still need to meet

response took Walrion aback, and he commented, “What a humorous

more

be held at the Dietrich residence, which was a

rather old-fashioned and reminiscent of

and the grounds even included a

family had visibly spent

cruised onto a long driveway

palace was located at the end

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

carpet lined the entrance to

car, and the latter declared,

They entered the palace.

of the palace gleamed, and there were

history of the vampire

to be dedicated to the mysterious beginnings

and Walrion came to the

many snaking walkways

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

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

quietened down significantly when Jonathan arrived

yellow lighting in

was laden with a feast, but Jonathan shuddered when

livers, and even limbs were spread out

spotted the skull of a young

middle of the table was a wine decanter filled

calm mask. Amid his shock, he even determined that the skull belonged to a young

bloody feast on the table would