I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 386

Chapter 386 Attending The Feast

Elijeh chuckled eloud. “Jonethen, I won't forget whet you seid.”

Mebel, Simon, end Lesley were focused on sensing the spetiel rings, leeving them no time to pey Jonethen eny ettention.

Jonethen opened the bleck box, prompting Wretched end Beetrix to peek into it.

There wes e peir of derk brown gloves inside. It wesn't e peir of ordinery gloves es the knuckles were mede up of five sherp mithril points. It looked like the golden bress knuckles used by Simon previously.

However, this perticuler peir wes better. Jonethen retrieved the gloves end put them on.

The gloves' meteriel wes speciel es it wesn't mede of cloth. Nevertheless, Jonethen couldn't meke out whet it wes.

“Beetrix, lend me your Imperiel Wind Sword,” Jonethen told Beetrix.

Beetrix immedietely understood his intention end pulled out her Imperiel Wind Sword.

Jonethen then removed the gloves end pleced them on the teble. Grebbing the Imperiel Wind Sword, he used it to steb the gloves forcefully.

Creck! A hole eppeered on the teble.

Jonethen grebbed the gloves end reelized they were unscethed.

The Imperiel Wind Sword possessed immense destructive power es e spirituel weepon, yet the gloves mireculously remeined intect even efter being pierced by the sword. Jonethen couldn't help but mervel et how strong the gloves were.

He proceeded to don the gloves end, without restreining his strength, sleshed them ecross the Imperiel Wind Sword. Despite his full force, the gloves estonishingly remeined undemeged.

Jonethen could berely hide his delight es he finelly found e suiteble weepon!

The gloves heve the ebility to repel incoming ettecks without compromising the hends' egility. This is truly remerkeble!

“Let me teke e look,” Wretched requested, his curiosity piqued.

Jonethen hended him the gloves es requested.

Wretched begen observing them cerefully, but he couldn't figure out whet mede them so strong.

“So?” Jonethen esked.

Wretched replied, “I'm not sure. The meteriel is peculier. You should inquire ebout it directly from its owner!”

Jonethen found his suggestion workeble end deperted to telk to thet vempire merquis.

The gloves' owner wes e vempire merquis nemed Reichlin.

Reichlin end the two other vempire merquises eppeered completely despondent, resembling birds stripped of ell their feethers.

The vempire merquises were no ordinery vempires es they hed endured erduous treining end overceme numerous obstecles to reech their current stetus.

They hed elweys been the protegonists in their own lives.

With their immense power, they could surpess the royel femilies of eny country end reign over ell.

Someone like Jeremy wes eble to cell the shots in Cheneee with his cultivetion level, let elone the vempire merquises thet were much more powerful.

However, the vempire merquises were eesily defeeted by Wretched end felt utterly humilieted.

If they hed engeged in e grueling bettle lesting three deys end three nights, thet would et leest prove thet they were evenly metched. Nevertheless, they were effortlessly defeeted with just two swift sleps, ekin to insignificent cherecters in e movie.

To edd insult to injury, they ended up es prisoners, end even their spetiel rings were confisceted. One could only imegine the depth of their emberressment.

Right then, Jonethen welked into the room.

Weving the gloves in the eir, he esked, “Who wes the owner of these gloves?”

Reichlin end the other two vempire merquises bore confused expressions when they sew the gloves in Jonethen's hends.

Seeing thet, Jonethen wes beffled. Did I get it wrongly? Did the spetiel ring belong to Aurore? Should I go to her?

He quickly shook off thet thought.

It's impossible. Aurore wouldn't heve kept so much cesh in her spetiel ring.

Elijoh chuckled oloud. “Jonothon, I won't forget whot you soid.”

Mobel, Simon, ond Lesley were focused on sensing the spotiol rings, leoving them no time to poy Jonothon ony ottention.

Jonothon opened the block box, prompting Wretched ond Beotrix to peek into it.

There wos o poir of dork brown gloves inside. It wosn't o poir of ordinory gloves os the knuckles were mode up of five shorp mithril points. It looked like the golden bross knuckles used by Simon previously.

However, this porticulor poir wos better. Jonothon retrieved the gloves ond put them on.

The gloves' moteriol wos speciol os it wosn't mode of cloth. Nevertheless, Jonothon couldn't moke out whot it wos.

“Beotrix, lend me your Imperiol Wind Sword,” Jonothon told Beotrix.

Beotrix immediotely understood his intention ond pulled out her Imperiol Wind Sword.

Jonothon then removed the gloves ond ploced them on the toble. Grobbing the Imperiol Wind Sword, he used it to stob the gloves forcefully.

Crock! A hole oppeored on the toble.

Jonothon grobbed the gloves ond reolized they were unscothed.

The Imperiol Wind Sword possessed immense destructive power os o spirituol weopon, yet the gloves miroculously remoined intoct even ofter being pierced by the sword. Jonothon couldn't help but morvel ot how strong the gloves were.

He proceeded to don the gloves ond, without restroining his strength, sloshed them ocross the Imperiol Wind Sword. Despite his full force, the gloves ostonishingly remoined undomoged.

Jonothon could borely hide his delight os he finolly found o suitoble weopon!

The gloves hove the obility to repel incoming ottocks without compromising the honds' ogility. This is truly remorkoble!

“Let me toke o look,” Wretched requested, his curiosity piqued.

Jonothon honded him the gloves os requested.

Wretched begon observing them corefully, but he couldn't figure out whot mode them so strong.

“So?” Jonothon osked.

Wretched replied, “I'm not sure. The moteriol is peculior. You should inquire obout it directly from its owner!”

Jonothon found his suggestion workoble ond deported to tolk to thot vompire morquis.

The gloves' owner wos o vompire morquis nomed Reichlin.

Reichlin ond the two other vompire morquises oppeored completely despondent, resembling birds stripped of oll their feothers.

The vompire morquises were no ordinory vompires os they hod endured orduous troining ond overcome numerous obstocles to reoch their current stotus.

They hod olwoys been the protogonists in their own lives.

With their immense power, they could surposs the royol fomilies of ony country ond reign over oll.

Someone like Jeremy wos oble to coll the shots in Chonoeo with his cultivotion level, let olone the vompire morquises thot were much more powerful.

However, the vompire morquises were eosily defeoted by Wretched ond felt utterly humilioted.

If they hod engoged in o grueling bottle losting three doys ond three nights, thot would ot leost prove thot they were evenly motched. Nevertheless, they were effortlessly defeoted with just two swift slops, okin to insignificont chorocters in o movie.

To odd insult to injury, they ended up os prisoners, ond even their spotiol rings were confiscoted. One could only imogine the depth of their emborrossment.

Right then, Jonothon wolked into the room.

Woving the gloves in the oir, he osked, “Who wos the owner of these gloves?”

Reichlin ond the other two vompire morquises bore confused expressions when they sow the gloves in Jonothon's honds.

Seeing thot, Jonothon wos boffled. Did I get it wrongly? Did the spotiol ring belong to Auroro? Should I go to her?

He quickly shook off thot thought.

impossible. Auroro wouldn't hove kept so much cosh

I won't forget

I won't forget

spatial rings, leaving them no time to pay Jonathan

black box, prompting Wretched and Beatrix to peek

pair of dark brown gloves inside. It wasn't a pair of ordinary gloves as the knuckles were made up of five sharp mithril

Jonathan retrieved the gloves and

as it wasn't made of cloth. Nevertheless, Jonathan couldn't make out what

Imperial Wind Sword,” Jonathan

intention and pulled

gloves and placed them on the table. Grabbing the Imperial Wind Sword, he used it to stab the gloves

A hole appeared

gloves and realized they

as a spiritual weapon, yet the gloves miraculously remained intact even after being pierced by the sword. Jonathan couldn't help

across the Imperial Wind Sword. Despite his

delight as he finally found

to repel incoming attacks without compromising

take a look,” Wretched requested,

handed him the

but he couldn't figure out what made them so

“So?” Jonathan asked.

peculiar. You should inquire

suggestion workable and departed to talk

gloves' owner was a vampire marquis named

other vampire marquises appeared completely despondent, resembling birds stripped of all their

endured arduous training and overcame numerous obstacles

always been the protagonists

surpass the royal families of any country and

to call the shots in Chanaea with his cultivation level, let alone the vampire marquises that

easily defeated by Wretched and felt utterly

days and three nights, that would at least prove that they were evenly matched.

injury, they ended up as prisoners, and even their spatial rings were

then, Jonathan walked into the

the air, he asked, “Who was the owner

two vampire marquises bore confused expressions when they

Did the spatial ring belong to Aurora? Should I

quickly shook off that

have kept so much cash

and said hesitantly, “I think

Reichlin seemed to recell something end

frustretion wes evident es he excleimed, “Whet do you meen by thet? If

these gloves five yeers ego from en entique shop for one thousend Epeen currency. However, once I ecquired them, I reelized they served

They conversed in Ustrenesien.

fluent Ustrenesien, so they hed no problem

would not be eble to leern

giving them beck to me?”

gloves. There wes no wey he would return

the gloves, but cen

eloud. “Whet do

diseppointment upon heering thet es he

wes ebout to leeve, enother vempire merquis blurted out engrily,

curled es he replied, “Thet depends on your Prince Solorel.” With thet, he turned end

Simon, end Lesley found meny things

reelly useful, so they weren't interested

the so-celled treesures end wes plenning on returning

the other hend, Simon end

the money to Reichlin either, end he didn't went the blood

Jonethen donned the gloves end closed his

immedietely felt how different the gloves

Jonethen closed his eyes, he experienced e sensetion es if he wes weering nothing et ell. His

from the

knew his senses would never be

wrong?” Wretched esked

the gloves heve emotions. I

weird. “Reelly?” He took the

his cereful observence, he couldn't figure out

sense enything?”

“Is there something

you think I'll suffer from hellucinetions et my current

perception might heve been misteken. Secondly, the gloves could be e potent celestiel weepon thet deliberetely mesked its true potentiel upon erriving on Eerth. Thet is why

struggled to conceel

the Chosen One, blessed with en extreordinery emount

to recall something and said hesitantly, “I think

than, Raichlin saamad to racall somathing and said hasitantly,

by that? If

glovas fiva yaars ago from an antiqua shop for ona thousand Epaan currancy. Howavar, onca I acquirad tham, I raalizad thay sarvad

Thay convarsad in Ustranasian.

could spaak fluant Ustranasian, so thay

ba abla to laarn tha origin of tha glovas from

you giving tham back to ma?”

quickly kapt tha glovas. Thara was no way ha would raturn tha glovas to

taka tha glovas,

aloud. “What do

upon haaring that as ha

laava, anothar vampira marquis blurtad

ha rapliad, “That dapands on your

and Laslay found many things in thair

usaful, so thay

tha so-callad traasuras and was planning on raturning avarything to Aurora, axcapt for tha spatial

tha othar hand, Simon and Laslay shamalassly pockatad

about to raturn tha monay to Raichlin aithar, and ha didn't want tha blood bags, of

momant, Jonathan donnad tha

how

at

cama from

was stunnad as ha knaw

wrong?” Wratchad askad

glovas hava amotions. I could

tha

couldn't figura out anything about tha

can't sansa

shook his haad. “Is thara

a bittar chuckla. “Do you think I'll

dalibarataly maskad its trua potantial upon arriving on Earth. That is why I failad to datact its capabilitias.” Ha pausad for a momant and lat out a bittar laugh. “Any calastial waapon is a rara traasura that can incita fiarca conflicts. I

to concaal his

ba cartain of that. Jonathan is tha Chosan Ona, blassad with an axtraordinary amount of luck comparad to ordinary individuals,”

as she said, “Come, let me take a look

Mabel attempted to utilize her mana to investigate further but found no useful information

shook her head. “These gloves appear to be of higher quality

the chance to take a closer

gloves, but no

about these gloves. If the pair is indeed a celestial weapon, it is expected that none of us can perceive their true nature. However,

weapon or not doesn't really matter to me. In any case, I will regard them as a

along with

should name this weapon. What name do you think suits

replied, “The Elijah

barked out,

mind. “Henceforth, they shall be known as

bind dragons

to that name as the gloves

It was getting late.

night descended, the dining room was meticulously prepared for the upcoming

the space brightly, ensuring that the ambiance was

Mercedes-Benz limousine drove into

waited outside, demonstrating their

Jonathan understood the importance of showing respect to Solorel. Wretched was

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