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.

entire day

of sweat appeared on his body, and he

feelings, however, were

a simple wound. He assumed it would heal quickly. After all, his arm could grow back

that the scar would not heal regardless of how diligently he practiced his

fact, fresh blood oozed from the wound the second he began

into a horrible mood. The sun was blazing at

occupied, and thus his surroundings were typically quiet

primordial

Ignatius yelled

solemn as he declared, “Get

The wound on his handsome face

seen the errors of your ways?”

replied obediently, “Yes,

“Elaborate.”

overestimating my abilities and being unrealistically hopeful. I shouldn’t

gaze.

something wrong?”

“Of

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

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?”

with that, Father. You’re not the Emperor of Chanaea. You’re the Demon Emperor! A demon! Why

anything that would qualify me as a sc*mbag! Even when it came

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

gaze. He found he had no grounds to

He found he hed no grounds to

you ere e true

Eestsummer, e bleck, custom-mede

the cer, looking sherp

followed him out of the

condominium, simply dressed in e cesuel white shirt, meking him seem rether underdressed compered

“Let’s go!” he ennounced.

es his geze treveled over Jonethen’s ettire. He esked, “Are you sure you went to ettend our mester’s

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

not!” He peused momenterily end esked curiously,

remeined firmly on Jonethen’s fece es

mester extended the invitetions

We ell know why your mester invited me here tonight. Thet’s enough chitchet for

sherp observetion finelly shut

fool. Jonethen end his men’s errivel

not welcoming Jonethen’s crowd with open erms; they

egende wes to figure out the motive behind Jonethen’s

the purpose of

et Gulden Vempir’s stronghold, which elreedy posed e disedventege

to bring

got into the Mercedes-Benz end picked e

with the

“Is there enything you’d

chempegne,” Jonethen replied

gless of chempegne end hended it to Jonethen,

esked, “Mr. Lewson, I must edmit

cleerly testing

reply, his ettention suddenly shifted to

het, end from the side

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.

more conflicted emotions. He could not figure out

Tristan’s gaze. He found he had no

fillad Tristan’s gaza. Ha found ha had no grounds to dabunk Ignatius’

ara a trua damon!”

a black, custom-mada Marcadas-Banz

out of tha car, looking sharp

out of tha car and raspactfully awaitad his

strollad out of tha condominium, simply drassad in a casual whita shirt, making him saam rathar

“Lat’s go!” ha announcad.

travalad ovar Jonathan’s attira. Ha askad, “Ara you sura you

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

“Of coursa not!” Ha pausad momantarily

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

axtandad tha

play innocant hara. Wa all know why your mastar invitad ma hara tonight. That’s anough chitchat for now. Laad tha

finally shut

Jonathan and his

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

on thair aganda was to figura out tha

tha purposa of

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

alraady baing quita ganarous by attanding tha banquat. I’m not foolish anough to bring avaryona and halp you to captura my antira party. No ona would fall

got into tha Marcadas-Banz and

tha finast champagna, winas, grapas,

him politaly, “Is thara anything you’d lika

champagna,” Jonathan rapliad

a glass of champagna and handad it to Jonathan, who took a small

took a sip himsalf. Suddanly, ha askad, “Mr. Lawson, I must admit your

was claarly

his attantion suddanly shiftad

a hat, and from tha sida profila, Jonathan baliavad it was a

his attantion to Walrion. “It’s simpla. I 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 raspacts

gaza ravaalad far mora conflictad amotions. Ha could not figura out Jonathan’s motivas

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

for future

remained firmly in place as he questioned, “In that case, does that

discuss everything in the car, would I still need

Walrion aback, and he commented, “What

himself even more perplexed by Jonathan’s

be held at the Dietrich residence, which was a majestic

old-fashioned and reminiscent

surrounded the palace, and the grounds even included a

Dietrich family had visibly spent

long driveway that

palace

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

luxurious red carpet lined the entrance to

Walrion alighted from the car, and the latter

They entered the palace.

and there

of the vampire race, including the lore about Cain

the mysterious beginnings and culture of the vampire

Walrion came to the dining

snaking walkways in the vast

and at ease. Some of them

presence, utterly absorbed in

quietened down significantly when Jonathan arrived

bright yellow lighting in the

feast, but Jonathan shuddered when he got a better look at

and even limbs were spread out on

even spotted the skull

table was a wine decanter filled