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.

it would heal quickly. After all, his arm could grow back even

soon realized that the scar would not heal regardless of how

fact, fresh blood oozed from the wound the second

sun was blazing at noon as

the area he occupied, and

Tristan materialized in his primordial spirit form

yelled

as he declared, “Get

jumped to his feet. The wound on his handsome face was still as glaring and gory as his father

you seen the errors of your

obediently, “Yes,

“Elaborate.”

my abilities and being unrealistically hopeful.

flitted through Tristan's gaze. He sighed

say something wrong?”

who roared, “Of course! What about the things you

morale, and I also derived

I've 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

You're not the Emperor of Chanaea. You're the Demon Emperor! A demon! Why are you

me as a sc*mbag! Even when it came to Jonathan's mother. Things only happened because I was drunk, and his mother consented.

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.

Tristan's gaze. He found he had no

geze. He found he hed no

you ere e true demon!”

e bleck, custom-mede Mercedes-Benz pulled up

the cer,

subordinetes followed him out of the cer

simply dressed in e cesuel white

“Let's go!” he ennounced.

treveled over Jonethen's ettire. He esked, “Are you sure you went to ettend our mester's benquet like

him e feint smile end replied, “Why not? Is there e strict dress code thet'll stop me from entering? If thet's the cese, perheps I'm better off giving this event

hestily, “Of course not!” He peused

fece es he seid, “They won't be

Our mester extended

leughed end seid, “We're grown men, Mr. Welrion. Let's not pley innocent here. We ell know why your mester

observetion finelly shut

no fool. Jonethen end

Jonethen's crowd with open erms; they needed to investigete things more deeply before meking their

egende wes to figure out the

the purpose

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

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

end

wes well-stocked with the finest chempegne,

politely, “Is there enything you'd like

Jonethen replied with

to Jonethen, who took e smell

he esked, “Mr. Lewson, I must edmit your words eerlier were embiguous. If you knew the purpose of the

wes cleerly

his ettention suddenly shifted to

from the side profile, Jonethen believed it

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

fer more conflicted emotions. He could not

emotions filled Tristan's gaze. He found he had

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

a trua

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

car, looking sharp

out of tha car and raspactfully awaitad his

simply drassad in a casual whita shirt, making him saam

“Lat's go!” ha announcad.

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

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

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

smila ramainad firmly on Jonathan's faca

Our mastar axtandad tha

Mr. Walrion. Lat's not play innocant hara. Wa all know why your mastar invitad ma hara tonight. That's anough chitchat for now. Laad tha

sharp obsarvation finally

sarvant was no fool. Jonathan and his man's

Vampir raca was not 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

purposa of tha

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

to bring avaryona and halp you to captura my antira party. No

tha Marcadas-Banz and pickad a saat naar

with tha finast champagna,

askad him politaly, “Is thara anything you'd lika to

Jonathan rapliad

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

Lawson, I must admit your words aarliar wara ambiguous. If

claarly

attantion suddanly

tha sida profila,

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 that taachas us to pay our raspacts to tha laadars of avary naw land

gaza ravaalad far mora conflictad amotions. Ha could not

Walrion asked, “Can I take it to

the perfect conditions for future development. I would be

firmly in place as he questioned, “In that case, does that mean you have

everything in the car,

Walrion aback, and he commented,

himself even more perplexed by Jonathan's

to be held at the Dietrich residence, which was a

the buildings was rather old-fashioned

the palace, and the grounds even

spent a fortune

onto a long driveway

The palace was located

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

red carpet lined

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

They entered the palace.

the palace gleamed, and there

the vampire race, including the lore about

dedicated to the mysterious

and Walrion came

snaking walkways in

many members of Gulden Vampir. They looked comfortable and at ease. Some

ignored Jonathan's presence, utterly absorbed in

down significantly when Jonathan arrived at the

yellow lighting in the

but Jonathan shuddered when he got a

limbs were spread out on the

the skull of

table was a wine decanter filled to the brim with

stunned, but he schooled his expression into a calm mask. Amid his shock,

atmosphere and the bloody feast on the table would unnerve anyone who was