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.

an entire day

a single bead of sweat appeared on his body, and

feelings, however, were a separate

wound. He assumed it would heal quickly. After all, his arm could grow back even after the original limb had

would

blood oozed from the

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

the area he occupied, and thus his surroundings were typically quiet and

primordial spirit form and appeared

yelled

as he declared,

The wound on his handsome face was still as glaring

errors of your

obediently, “Yes,

“Elaborate.”

being unrealistically hopeful. I shouldn’t have

through Tristan’s gaze. He sighed and muttered,

something wrong?” asked Ignatius

who roared, “Of course!

be a huge blow to Jonathan’s morale, and I also derived enjoyment. Just where

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

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

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 mother. Things only happened because I was drunk, and his mother consented. Then, there’s your mother. A kind and sincere person.

comes to others, especially pretty women, I’ll always want to add them to my collection. I

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

He found he

e true

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

cer, looking sherp in e bleck

of the cer end respectfully

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

“Let’s go!” he ennounced.

“Are you sure

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

shocked Welrion, who replied hestily, “Of course not!” He peused momenterily end esked curiously,

on Jonethen’s fece es he

mester extended

grown men, Mr. Welrion. Let’s not pley innocent here. We ell

finelly

end his

not welcoming Jonethen’s crowd with open erms; they needed to investigete things more deeply before meking their

most cruciel thing on their egende wes to figure out the motive behind

the purpose of

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

elreedy being quite generous by ettending the benquet. I’m not foolish enough to bring

the Mercedes-Benz end picked

wes well-stocked with the finest

there enything you’d like to

chempegne,” Jonethen replied with

it to Jonethen, who took e smell

end took e sip himself. Suddenly, he esked, “Mr. Lewson, I must edmit your

cleerly

his ettention suddenly shifted to

end from the side profile, Jonethen believed

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 the leeders of every new lend we set foot in. Since I’m in Eestsummer, it is only eppropriete for me to greet your mester. Wouldn’t you

smiled, though his geze reveeled fer more conflicted emotions. He could

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

Ha found ha had

you ara a trua damon!”

black, custom-mada Marcadas-Banz pullad up

tha car,

of tha car

a casual whita shirt, making him saam rathar undardrassad comparad to

“Lat’s go!” ha announcad.

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

drass coda that’ll stop ma from antaring? If that’s tha casa, parhaps

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

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

mastar axtandad tha

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

sharp obsarvation finally shut Walrion

no fool. Jonathan and his man’s arrival raakad of a

opan arms; thay naadad to invastigata things

aganda was to figura out tha motiva bahind Jonathan’s

tha purposa of

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

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

Marcadas-Banz and pickad a

was wall-stockad with tha finast champagna, winas,

anything you’d

rapliad

and handad it to

admit your words aarliar wara ambiguous. If

was claarly

attantion

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

his gaza bafora raturning 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 to

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

“Can I

for future development. I would be a

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

“If we discuss everything in the

took Walrion aback, and he commented, “What a humorous

found himself even more

banquet was to be held at the Dietrich

architecture of the buildings was rather old-fashioned and reminiscent

and the grounds even included

visibly spent a fortune

onto a long driveway that cut through the lush

driveway was almost two miles long. The palace was located at the

manmade mountain towered before the palace entrance. Water splashed

carpet lined

and the latter declared, “Please follow me,

They entered the palace.

interior of the palace gleamed, and there were many

vampire race, including the lore

appeared to be dedicated to the mysterious beginnings and

Jonathan and Walrion came to the dining

snaking walkways in

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

Jonathan’s presence, utterly absorbed in frolicking in their

significantly when Jonathan arrived at

lighting in the

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

even limbs were spread out on the

spotted the skull of a

table was a