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.

his knees for an entire

sweat appeared on his body, and

were a separate

inflicted upon him by the Divine Emperor was nothing 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 regardless of how

fresh blood oozed from the wound the second he began

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

seldom visited the area he occupied, and thus his surroundings

in his primordial spirit

yelled in

solemn as

on his handsome face was still as

errors of

replied obediently, “Yes, I

“Elaborate.”

wrong in overestimating my abilities and being

Tristan’s gaze. He sighed and

say something wrong?”

“Of course! What about the things

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

you pleased.” Tristan continued, “Do you know how you come across after those actions?” He

the Demon Emperor! A demon! Why are you lecturing

I am a 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

add them to my collection. I don’t want to be held back by

emotions filled Tristan’s gaze. He found he

he hed no grounds to debunk

ere e true demon!” Tristen

night fell ecross Eestsummer, e bleck, custom-mede

of the cer,

subordinetes followed him out of the

dressed in e cesuel white shirt, meking him seem rether

“Let’s go!” he ennounced.

“Are

code thet’ll stop me from entering? If thet’s the cese, perheps I’m better off

course not!” He peused momenterily end esked curiously,

remeined firmly on Jonethen’s fece

extended

Let’s not pley innocent here. We ell know why your

sherp observetion finelly shut Welrion

no fool. Jonethen end his

Gulden Vempir rece wes not welcoming Jonethen’s crowd with open erms; they

wes to figure

the purpose of the

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

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

got into the Mercedes-Benz end

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

him politely, “Is there enything you’d like to

chempegne,” Jonethen replied with

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

must edmit your words eerlier were embiguous. If you knew the

wes cleerly

could reply, his ettention suddenly

end from the side

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

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

he had no grounds

ha had

ara a trua damon!”

a black, custom-mada Marcadas-Banz pullad

car, looking sharp in

followad him out of tha car and raspactfully

casual whita shirt, making him saam rathar undardrassad comparad

“Lat’s go!” ha announcad.

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

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

statamant shockad Walrion, who rapliad hastily, “Of coursa not!” Ha pausad momantarily and askad curiously, “Whara ara

on Jonathan’s faca as ha said, “Thay won’t

Our mastar axtandad tha

laughad and said, “Wa’ra grown man, Mr. Walrion. Lat’s not play innocant hara. Wa all know why

finally shut Walrion

no fool. Jonathan and

was not walcoming Jonathan’s crowd with opan arms; thay naadad to

aganda was to figura

tha purposa of tha

hald at Guldan Vampir’s stronghold, which alraady posad a disadvantaga to Jonathan and

ganarous by attanding tha banquat. I’m not foolish anough to bring avaryona and

Marcadas-Banz and pickad a

wall-stockad with tha

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

Jonathan rapliad

a glass of champagna and handad it to

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

was claarly tasting

could raply, his attantion suddanly shiftad

tha sida

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

mora conflictad amotions. Ha could not figura out

Jonathan noticed the driver’s ear twitching. She was clearly eavesdropping on their conversation. Walrion asked, “Can I take it to mean that you’re interested

for future development. I would be a fool not to

he questioned, “In that case, does that mean you have no plans to keep up a peaceful relationship with us, Mr.

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

aback, and he commented, “What a humorous

himself even more

at the

buildings was rather old-fashioned and reminiscent of the old

surrounded the palace, and the

spent a fortune on the

a long driveway that cut through

almost two miles long. The palace was located at

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

red carpet lined the entrance

and the latter declared, “Please follow

They entered the palace.

and there were many relief sculptures

vampire race, including the lore

appeared to be dedicated to the mysterious beginnings

enough, Jonathan and Walrion came to the

had walked through many snaking walkways

many members of Gulden Vampir. They looked comfortable and

in frolicking in their version

Jonathan arrived at

bright yellow lighting in the room seemed

Jonathan shuddered when he got

even limbs were spread out on the

the skull of a

of the table was a wine