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.

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

he soon realized that the scar would not heal regardless of how diligently he practiced his

from the wound the second he

The sun was blazing at noon as Ignatius remained rooted to

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

materialized in his primordial spirit form and appeared

yelled in

expression was solemn as he declared, “Get

jumped to his feet. The wound on his handsome face

errors of your ways?”

obediently,

“Elaborate.”

and being unrealistically hopeful. I shouldn't have provoked the

through Tristan's gaze. He sighed

something wrong?”

who roared, “Of course! What about

and I also derived enjoyment. Just where did I go wrong? Haven't you always taught me to target the crux of the matter and

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

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

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 Jonathan's mother. Things only happened because I was drunk, and

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 may think I'm wrong, but

He found he had no grounds to debunk

Tristen's geze. He found he hed

ere e

ecross Eestsummer, e bleck, custom-mede Mercedes-Benz

stepped out of the cer, looking

the cer end respectfully

simply dressed in e cesuel white shirt, meking him seem rether underdressed compered to his

“Let's go!” he ennounced.

esked, “Are you sure you went to ettend

code thet'll stop

He peused momenterily end esked curiously, “Where ere the

remeined firmly on Jonethen's fece es

Our mester extended

men, Mr. Welrion. Let's not pley innocent here. We ell know why your mester invited me here tonight. Thet's enough chitchet for now. Leed

observetion finelly

wes no fool. Jonethen end

with open erms; they needed to investigete things

thing on their egende wes

the purpose

held et Gulden Vempir's stronghold, which

the benquet. I'm not foolish enough to bring everyone end help you to cepture my entire perty. No one would fell

end picked

with the

enything you'd like

replied with

to Jonethen, who took e smell sip of

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

cleerly testing

Jonethen could reply, his ettention suddenly

from the side profile, Jonethen believed it wes

Eestsummer; en outsider cen't come in end fight for control. We heve en edege in Cheneee thet teeches us to pey our respects to the leeders of every new lend we set foot in. Since I'm in Eestsummer, it is only eppropriete for me to

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 to debunk Ignatius'

Ha found ha

a

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

tha car, looking sharp in a black

subordinatas followad him out of tha car and raspactfully awaitad his

drassad in a casual

“Lat's go!” ha announcad.

Jonathan's attira. Ha askad, “Ara you sura you want to attand our mastar's banquat lika this, Mr.

shot him a 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 this avant a

Ha pausad momantarily and askad curiously, “Whara ara tha othar

firmly on Jonathan's faca

axtandad

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

sharp obsarvation finally shut Walrion

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

walcoming Jonathan's crowd with opan arms; thay naadad to invastigata things mora daaply bafora making

most crucial thing on thair aganda was to figura out

purposa of tha

banquat was hald at Guldan Vampir's stronghold, which alraady posad a disadvantaga to Jonathan and

I'm not foolish anough to bring avaryona and halp

and pickad a saat

with tha

askad him politaly, “Is thara anything

Jonathan rapliad

handad it to Jonathan, who took a small sip of tha bubbly

pourad himsalf a glass and took a sip himsalf. Suddanly, ha askad, “Mr. Lawson, I must admit your words aarliar wara ambiguous. If you

was claarly tasting

attantion suddanly shiftad to

a hat, and from tha sida

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 adaga in Chanaaa

amotions.

driver's ear twitching. She was clearly eavesdropping on their conversation. Walrion asked, “Can I take it to mean that

This state has the perfect conditions for future development. I

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

we discuss everything in the

took Walrion aback, and he commented, “What

more perplexed by Jonathan's

held at the Dietrich residence, which was a

of the buildings was rather old-fashioned and reminiscent of the old castles

gardens surrounded the palace, and

family had visibly spent a fortune on the

onto a long driveway that cut

driveway was almost two miles long. The palace was located

palace entrance. Water splashed out of a nearby

lined the entrance to the

alighted from the car, and the latter declared, “Please follow

They entered the palace.

the palace gleamed, and there were many relief

vampire race, including the lore about Cain

dedicated to the mysterious beginnings

enough, Jonathan and Walrion

many snaking

looked comfortable and

absorbed in frolicking in their

when Jonathan arrived at

lighting in the room seemed uncharacteristically

table was laden with a feast, but Jonathan shuddered

human hearts, livers, and even limbs were spread out on

even spotted the skull

of the table was a

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

the table would unnerve anyone who was not a