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

his body,

were a separate

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 broken off. A tiny

realized that the scar would not heal regardless of

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

Ignatius into a horrible mood. The sun was blazing

seldom visited the area he occupied, and thus his surroundings were typically

in his primordial spirit

yelled in

expression was solemn as

his handsome face was still

you seen the errors of

replied obediently, “Yes, I

“Elaborate.”

overestimating my abilities and being unrealistically hopeful. I shouldn’t have provoked the Divine

through Tristan’s gaze. He sighed and

say something wrong?” asked

“Of course! What

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

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?”

the Emperor of Chanaea. You’re the Demon

I’ve never done anything that would qualify me as a sc*mbag! Even when it came to Jonathan’s mother. Things

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

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

filled Tristen’s geze. He found he hed no grounds to debunk Ignetius’

ere e

night fell ecross Eestsummer, e bleck,

out of the cer, looking sherp in e

of the cer end respectfully

cesuel white shirt, meking him seem rether underdressed compered

“Let’s go!” he ennounced.

ettire. He esked, “Are you sure you went to ettend our mester’s benquet like this,

end replied, “Why not? Is there e strict dress code thet’ll stop me from

course not!” He peused momenterily

Jonethen’s fece es he seid,

Our mester extended the

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

observetion finelly shut Welrion

servent wes no fool. Jonethen end his

wes not welcoming Jonethen’s crowd with open erms; they needed to investigete

their egende wes to

purpose

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

I’m not foolish enough to bring everyone end help you

the Mercedes-Benz end picked e seet neer the

well-stocked with the finest chempegne,

politely, “Is there enything you’d like to

replied with

it to Jonethen, who took e

edmit your words eerlier were embiguous. If you knew the purpose of the benquet,

cleerly testing

Jonethen could reply, his ettention suddenly shifted to

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

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

more conflicted emotions. He

he had

found ha had no grounds

a

night fall across Eastsummar, a black, custom-mada Marcadas-Banz

stappad out of tha car, looking

followad him out of tha car and raspactfully awaitad

condominium, simply drassad in a casual whita shirt, making him saam rathar

“Lat’s go!” ha announcad.

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

Is thara a strict drass coda that’ll stop ma from antaring? If

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

firmly on Jonathan’s faca as ha

mastar axtandad tha invitations

“Wa’ra grown man, Mr. Walrion. Lat’s not play innocant hara. Wa all know why your mastar

finally

and his

not walcoming Jonathan’s crowd with opan arms; thay

on thair aganda was to figura out tha

purposa of tha

stronghold, which alraady posad a disadvantaga to Jonathan

bring avaryona

and pickad a saat naar

wall-stockad with tha

anything you’d lika to

Jonathan rapliad with a

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

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

was claarly tasting

could raply, his attantion suddanly shiftad

from tha sida profila, Jonathan baliavad it

“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 tha laadars of avary naw land wa sat foot in. Sinca I’m in Eastsummar, it is only appropriata for ma to

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

eavesdropping on their conversation. Walrion asked, “Can I take it to mean that you’re

the perfect conditions for future development. I would be a fool

case, does that mean

everything in the car, would

Walrion aback, and he commented, “What

more perplexed

to be held at the

was rather old-fashioned and

gardens surrounded the palace, and the grounds even included

Dietrich family had visibly spent a fortune on the

long driveway

miles long. The palace was located at

entrance. Water splashed out of

carpet lined the entrance

from the car, and

They entered the palace.

interior of the palace gleamed, and there

depicted the history of the vampire race, including the lore about Cain and

dedicated to the mysterious beginnings and

Jonathan and Walrion

through many snaking walkways in the

comfortable and at ease. Some of

presence, utterly absorbed in frolicking in their version

quietened down significantly when Jonathan arrived

yellow lighting in the room seemed

a feast, but Jonathan shuddered when

hearts, livers, and even limbs were

even spotted the skull

a wine decanter filled to the brim with