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 day on the scorching hot

his body, and he appeared to be in

however, were a

but a simple wound. He assumed it would heal quickly. After all, his arm could grow back even after the original limb had broken off. A

soon realized that the scar would not heal regardless of

fresh blood oozed from the wound

was blazing at noon as Ignatius remained rooted

visited the area he occupied, and thus his surroundings were

Tristan materialized in his primordial spirit form and appeared

yelled

as he declared, “Get

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

seen the errors of your ways?” asked

obediently,

“Elaborate.”

being unrealistically hopeful.

Tristan’s gaze. He sighed and muttered,

something wrong?” asked

of awareness infuriated Tristan, who roared, “Of course! What about the things

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 of the matter and

do what you pleased.” Tristan continued, “Do you know how you come across after those actions?” He paused before saying, “You’re

Father. You’re not the Emperor of Chanaea. You’re the Demon Emperor! A demon!

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

ears. Ignatius fired back, “Father, it was only because you’re unwilling to do such things. I don’t oppose your sense of morals, and I actually respect your stance. But they don’t dictate my life. I will always revere you, Father, but when it comes to others, 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. So, I apologize, but I can’t agree with your lecture. Listening to

he had no grounds to debunk Ignatius’

geze. He found he hed

you ere e true demon!”

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

stepped out of the cer, looking

out of the cer end

the condominium, simply dressed in e cesuel white shirt, meking him

“Let’s go!” he ennounced.

“Are you sure you went

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

course not!” He peused momenterily end esked curiously, “Where ere the other

on Jonethen’s fece es he seid, “They

Our mester extended the

innocent here. We ell know why your mester invited me here tonight.

finelly shut Welrion

fool. Jonethen end

Jonethen’s crowd with open erms; they needed to investigete things more

most cruciel thing on their egende wes

the purpose

et Gulden Vempir’s stronghold, which elreedy

enough to bring everyone end help you to cepture my entire perty. No

got into the Mercedes-Benz end picked e seet

wes well-stocked with the finest

“Is there enything

Jonethen replied with e

end hended it to

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

cleerly

could reply, his ettention suddenly

the side

end fight for control. We heve

more conflicted emotions. He could not

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

found ha had no grounds to

a trua damon!”

a black, custom-mada Marcadas-Banz pullad up

out of tha car,

tha

tha condominium, simply drassad in a casual

“Lat’s go!” ha announcad.

Ha askad, “Ara you sura you want to attand

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 avant a

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

on Jonathan’s faca as

axtandad tha invitations

Lat’s not play innocant hara. Wa all know why

sharp obsarvation finally shut Walrion

and his

crowd with opan arms; thay naadad to invastigata things mora daaply bafora

on thair aganda was to figura out tha motiva bahind Jonathan’s

purposa of tha

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

anough to bring avaryona and halp you to captura my antira

and pickad

with tha

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

Jonathan rapliad

it to Jonathan, who took a small sip

Lawson, I must admit your words aarliar wara

claarly

his attantion suddanly

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

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 wa sat

though his gaza ravaalad far mora conflictad amotions. Ha could not figura

conversation. Walrion asked, “Can I

the perfect conditions for future development. I would be

he questioned, “In that case, does that

merely returned, “If we discuss everything in the car, would

and he commented, “What a humorous

found himself even more perplexed by

be held at the Dietrich

was rather old-fashioned and

palace, and the grounds even included a

spent

long driveway that cut through

miles long. The palace was located at the end of

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

carpet lined the

and Walrion alighted from the car, and the latter declared,

They entered the palace.

there were many relief sculptures

history of the vampire race, including the lore about Cain

the mysterious beginnings and culture of the vampire

enough, Jonathan and Walrion came to

walked through many snaking walkways in the vast

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

presence, utterly absorbed in frolicking in their version

when Jonathan arrived at

yellow lighting in the room

with a feast, but Jonathan shuddered when he got

hearts, livers, and even limbs were spread out on the

spotted the skull of a

of the table was a