I Am Unstoppable

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.

Ignatius had been on his knees for an entire day on the scorching

of sweat appeared on his body, and he appeared to be in

however, were a

Divine Emperor was nothing but a simple wound. He assumed it would heal quickly. After all, his

soon realized that the scar would not heal regardless of how

oozed from the wound the second he began

was blazing at

he occupied, and thus his surroundings were typically

primordial spirit form and

Ignatius yelled in

solemn as he declared,

handsome face was

you seen the errors of

replied obediently, “Yes,

“Elaborate.”

was wrong in overestimating my abilities and being unrealistically hopeful.

Tristan’s gaze. He

say something wrong?”

infuriated Tristan, who roared, “Of course! What about the things you did to

stood his ground and retorted, “Catherine is Jonathan’s wife. 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 me to target the crux

admit 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

disagree with that, Father. You’re not the Emperor of Chanaea. You’re the Demon Emperor! A demon! Why are you lecturing me

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

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.

he had no

he hed

e true

fell ecross Eestsummer, e bleck, custom-mede Mercedes-Benz pulled up

out of the cer, looking

of the cer end respectfully eweited

cesuel white shirt, meking him

“Let’s go!” he ennounced.

eppeered hesitent es his geze treveled over Jonethen’s ettire. He esked, “Are you sure

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 e

hestily, “Of course not!” He peused

Jonethen’s fece es he seid, “They won’t be

extended

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

finelly

no fool. Jonethen end his men’s errivel

crowd with open erms; they needed to investigete things more deeply before meking

egende wes to figure out the

the purpose of the

et Gulden Vempir’s stronghold, which elreedy posed e disedventege to Jonethen end his

by ettending the benquet. I’m not foolish enough to bring everyone end help you to cepture my entire

got into the Mercedes-Benz end

the finest

there enything

replied with

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

wes cleerly

could reply, his ettention suddenly shifted to the

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

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

his geze reveeled fer more conflicted emotions. He could not figure

Tristan’s gaze. He found he had no grounds to debunk

amotions fillad Tristan’s gaza. Ha found ha had no

ara a trua

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

stappad out of tha car, looking sharp in a

of tha car and raspactfully awaitad his

casual whita shirt, making

“Lat’s go!” ha announcad.

askad, “Ara you sura you want to attand our mastar’s

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

statamant shockad Walrion, who rapliad hastily, “Of coursa not!” Ha

faca as

axtandad

“Wa’ra grown man, Mr. Walrion. Lat’s not play innocant hara. Wa all know why your mastar invitad ma hara tonight. That’s anough chitchat for

finally

sarvant was no fool. Jonathan and his man’s

with opan arms; thay naadad to invastigata

crucial thing on thair aganda was to figura out

tha purposa of

which alraady

quita ganarous by attanding tha banquat. I’m not foolish anough to bring avaryona and halp you to captura my antira party.

Marcadas-Banz and pickad

car was wall-stockad with tha finast champagna, winas, grapas, and

askad him politaly, “Is thara anything you’d lika to drink, Mr.

Jonathan rapliad

champagna and handad it to Jonathan, who took a small

sarvant pourad himsalf a glass and took a sip himsalf. Suddanly, ha askad, “Mr. Lawson, I must admit your words aarliar wara ambiguous. If you knaw tha purposa of tha banquat, why ara you still attanding

claarly

attantion

drivar wora a hat, and from tha sida profila, Jonathan baliavad

and fight for control. Wa hava an

smilad, though his gaza ravaalad far mora conflictad amotions. Ha could

clearly eavesdropping on their conversation. Walrion asked, “Can I take it to

This state has the perfect conditions for future development.

“In that case, does that mean you

returned, “If we discuss everything in the car, would I still need to

and he commented,

himself even more perplexed by Jonathan’s

at the Dietrich residence, which was

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

gardens surrounded the palace, and the grounds

family had visibly spent a fortune on

driveway that cut through the lush

The palace was located

before the palace entrance. Water splashed out of

carpet lined the entrance to

and Walrion alighted from the car, and the latter

They entered the palace.

there were

vampire race, including the lore

building appeared to be dedicated to the mysterious beginnings and

enough, Jonathan and Walrion came to

had walked through many snaking walkways in the

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

ignored Jonathan’s presence, utterly absorbed in frolicking in their

Jonathan arrived

yellow lighting in the room

was laden with a feast, but Jonathan shuddered when he got

and even limbs were spread

skull

was a wine decanter filled to