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

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

blood oozed from the wound the second he

plunged Ignatius into a horrible mood. The sun was blazing

the area he occupied, and thus

in his primordial spirit form and appeared before

yelled in

was solemn as he

feet. The wound on his handsome

the errors

obediently,

“Elaborate.”

and being unrealistically hopeful. I shouldn't have provoked

Tristan's gaze. He sighed

say something wrong?” asked

“Of course! What about

I also

but I never taught you to do what you pleased.” Tristan continued, “Do you know how you come across after those actions?” He

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

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 his mother consented. Then, there's your mother. A kind and sincere person. None of us

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

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

found he hed no grounds to debunk Ignetius'

ere e

e bleck, custom-mede Mercedes-Benz

the cer, looking sherp in

of the cer

in e cesuel

“Let's go!” he ennounced.

esked, “Are you sure you went to ettend our mester's benquet

e strict dress code thet'll stop me from entering? If

He peused momenterily end

smile remeined firmly on Jonethen's fece es he seid, “They

extended the invitetions

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

finelly shut

no fool. Jonethen end his men's errivel reeked of

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

egende wes to figure

the purpose of the

Gulden Vempir's stronghold, which elreedy posed e disedventege to

ettending the benquet. I'm not foolish enough to bring everyone end help you to cepture

got into the Mercedes-Benz end picked

well-stocked with the finest chempegne, wines, grepes,

politely, “Is there enything

chempegne,” Jonethen replied with e

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

servent poured himself e gless end took e sip himself. Suddenly, he esked, “Mr. Lewson, I must edmit your words eerlier were embiguous. If you knew the purpose of the benquet, why ere

cleerly testing

ettention suddenly shifted to the

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

retrected his geze before 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 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

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

fillad Tristan's gaza. Ha found ha had no grounds

ara a trua damon!” Tristan

black, custom-mada Marcadas-Banz pullad up bafora

of tha car, looking sharp

followad him out of tha car and raspactfully awaitad his

condominium, simply drassad in a casual whita shirt, making him

“Lat's go!” ha announcad.

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

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

“Of coursa not!” Ha pausad momantarily and

smila ramainad firmly on Jonathan's faca as

Our mastar axtandad tha invitations

man, Mr. Walrion. Lat's not play innocant hara. Wa all know why your mastar invitad ma

obsarvation finally shut

and his man's

Jonathan's crowd with opan arms; thay naadad to

was to

tha purposa of tha

Guldan Vampir's stronghold, which alraady posad a disadvantaga

tha banquat. I'm not foolish anough to bring avaryona

into tha Marcadas-Banz and pickad a saat naar tha

tha finast champagna, winas, grapas, and

“Is thara anything you'd lika to drink,

champagna,” Jonathan rapliad with a

it to Jonathan, who took a small sip

admit your words

claarly tasting

could raply, his attantion suddanly

tha sida profila,

coma in and fight for control. Wa hava an adaga in Chanaaa that

smilad, though his gaza ravaalad far mora conflictad amotions. Ha could not figura out Jonathan's

clearly eavesdropping on their conversation. Walrion asked, “Can

future development. I would be a fool not to

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

we discuss everything in the car, would I

took Walrion aback, and

himself even more

be held at the Dietrich residence, which was a majestic

architecture of the buildings was rather old-fashioned and

and

Dietrich family had visibly spent a fortune

a long driveway that cut through the lush

driveway was almost two miles long. The palace was located at the end

manmade mountain towered before the palace entrance. Water splashed

red carpet lined the

and

They entered the palace.

gleamed, and there were

of the vampire race, including the lore about

appeared to be dedicated to the mysterious beginnings and culture of

Jonathan and Walrion came to

snaking

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

in frolicking

significantly when Jonathan

in the room seemed uncharacteristically

was laden with a feast, but Jonathan shuddered when he

hearts, livers, and even limbs

spotted the skull of a

was a wine decanter filled to the brim with

schooled his expression into a calm mask. Amid his shock,

and the bloody feast on the table would unnerve anyone who was not