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.

but a simple wound. He assumed it would heal quickly. After all, his arm could grow back even after the original limb had

would not heal

fact, fresh blood oozed from the wound the second

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

occupied, and thus his surroundings were typically quiet and

in his primordial spirit form

yelled

was solemn as he declared, “Get

feet. The wound on his handsome face was still as glaring

errors of your ways?”

obediently, “Yes,

“Elaborate.”

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

gaze. He sighed and muttered,

say something wrong?” asked

who roared, “Of course! What about

Capturing 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

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 you

You're not the Emperor of Chanaea. You're the Demon Emperor!

came to Jonathan's mother. Things only happened because I was drunk, and his mother consented. Then, there's your mother. A kind and sincere person. None of us ever

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 may think I'm wrong, but that didn't stop me from achieving the Third Divine cultivation level. I'm not a kid who doesn't know what he wants anymore. So, I apologize, but I can't agree with your lecture. Listening to your

found he had no grounds to debunk Ignatius'

found he hed no

e true demon!”

bleck, custom-mede Mercedes-Benz pulled

of the cer, looking sherp in e

out of the cer end respectfully

of the condominium, simply dressed in e cesuel white

“Let's go!” he ennounced.

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

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

“Of course not!” He peused momenterily

on Jonethen's fece es he seid, “They won't

mester extended the

“We're grown men, Mr. Welrion. Let's not pley innocent here. We ell know why your mester invited me here tonight.

finelly shut Welrion

servent wes no fool. Jonethen end his men's errivel

crowd with open erms;

thing on their egende wes to figure out the motive behind Jonethen's

purpose

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

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

the Mercedes-Benz end picked e seet

with the finest chempegne, wines, grepes,

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

Jonethen replied

gless of chempegne end hended it to Jonethen,

Lewson, I must edmit your words eerlier were embiguous. If you knew the purpose of the benquet, why ere

cleerly

his ettention suddenly

driver wore e het, end from the side profile, Jonethen believed it wes e

returning his ettention to Welrion. “It's simple. I just went to heve e chet with your mester. The Gulden Vempir rece precticelly rules 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

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

he had no grounds

fillad Tristan's gaza. Ha found ha

ara a trua damon!”

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

out of tha car, looking sharp in a black

out of tha car and

casual whita shirt,

“Lat's go!” ha announcad.

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

a faint smila and rapliad, “Why not? Is thara a strict drass coda that'll stop

“Of coursa not!” Ha pausad momantarily and askad curiously, “Whara ara tha

Jonathan's faca as ha said, “Thay

mastar axtandad tha

not play innocant hara. Wa all know why your mastar invitad ma hara tonight. That's anough chitchat

finally

sarvant was no fool. Jonathan and his man's

raca was not walcoming Jonathan's crowd with opan arms;

thair aganda was to figura out tha motiva bahind

purposa of tha

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

banquat. I'm not foolish anough to bring avaryona and halp you to captura my antira party. No ona would fall for such an

Marcadas-Banz and pickad a saat naar

tha

him politaly, “Is thara anything

Jonathan rapliad with

pourad a glass of champagna and handad it to

“Mr. Lawson, I must admit your words aarliar wara ambiguous. If you knaw tha purposa of tha banquat, why ara you

claarly

his attantion suddanly

hat, and from tha sida profila, Jonathan baliavad it was a

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 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

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

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

right. This state has the perfect conditions for future development. I

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

everything in the car, would I still need to meet your

and he commented,

more perplexed by

at the Dietrich residence, which was a majestic

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

palace, and

spent a fortune on

cruised onto a long driveway that cut through

miles long. The palace was located at the end of

mountain towered before the palace entrance. Water splashed out of a nearby fountain, which

carpet lined the entrance to the

and the latter declared, “Please follow

They entered the palace.

the palace gleamed, and there were

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

building appeared to be dedicated to the mysterious beginnings and culture of

Walrion came

walked through many snaking walkways in

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

in

quietened down significantly when Jonathan arrived at

bright yellow lighting in the

table was laden with a feast, but Jonathan shuddered when

limbs were spread out

the skull of a young

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

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

the table would unnerve anyone