I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 350 A Beacon Of Hope

Upon hearing Wretched's words, Jonathan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next moment, Wretched continued, “This sly bast*rd is still crazy at this moment. He thinks this is

simply an obstacle hindering him on his path and that he can get through it if he persists. But I will show him with

my actions that he's wrong.”

With that, Wretched turned to its ghost messengers and said, “Devour this sly bast*rd alive. I want to see how he

can seek his path after his soul and body have been destroyed.”

The ghost messengers responded with a resounding agreement. Then, they suddenly transformed into huge

vampire bats and attacked Galad.

Almost in an instant, Galad was surrounded by vampire bats.

“Haha...” Galad laughed fearlessly, but soon his laughter was drowned out.

In less than a minute, the vampire bats scattered and returned to their human forms.

Galad was gone, leaving only a terrifying pile of white bones.

When Vananeru saw this, she trembled and couldn't help but scream.

This was all too cruel for her.

Jonathan let out a faint sigh, thinking that he should have insisted on not bringing her here.

However, there was a benefit to her coming—she could see the true colors of Galad.

Suddenly, Wretched's eyes turned cold. It reached out its arm, and the arm instantly became thicker and longer.

This scene was so bizarre that Jonathan's eyes widened in amazement. Wretched's arms were flexible like rubber

and could change into any shape as it pleased.

Having experienced so much, Jonathan felt that he could accept anything strange that he saw in the future.

Wretched grabbed one of the ghost messengers and then tightened its grip. The ghost messenger was brought in

front of it.

Everyone was puzzled as to what Wretched was going to do.

The ghost messenger trembled all over, terrified.

Wretched sneered, “That sly bast*rd actually merged his soul and primordial spirit into my ghost messenger's belly.

He thought he could escape and be reincarnated through this method. Dream on!”

After speaking, Wretched used its sharp claws to cut open the ghost messenger's belly.

Instantly, blood and the intestines gushed out.

Jonathan was fine, but Vananeru couldn't help but feel her stomach churning and she felt like throwing up.

Wretched reached into the ghost messenger's belly and quickly pulled out an object.

The object emitted a bright light, and it was none other than Galad's primordial spirit.

“Your primordial spirit is the perfect supplement for me. Haha...” Wretched laughed sinisterly.

At that moment, Galad's primordial spirit emitted extreme fear.

Wretched released Galad's primordial spirit. It was not worried that Galad would escape, because, after all, the

speed of the primordial spirit was definitely not faster than its own. Moreover, Galad's primordial spirit was severely

damaged.

Galad's primordial spirit fell to the ground and immediately returned to its original form.

It was how Galad used to look, but at that moment, he appeared much more ethereal.

“Let me go!” Galad suddenly pleaded, kneeling in front of Wretched, making his previous persistence seem like a

joke.

Jonathan watched coldly from the side.

He understood why Galad had undergone such a great change.

Galad had refused to kneel before because he insisted on his own principles. He had refused to submit and had

been unwilling to go against his own heart.

Yet now, he was about to lose both his physical and spiritual forms.

The reason for not submitting or going against his own heart was that Galad had wanted to achieve Ultimate Path.

However, if he lost both his physical and spiritual forms, it would mean he had nothing left.

If that happened, all his previous persistence would become just a pipe dream.

That what was Galad was filled with fear at that moment.

Wretched guffawed. “Now that you have surrendered to me, you are worthless. I promised you before that if you

bowed before me, I would let you go, but you refused to. Now... I'm sorry, but it's too late.”

Ignoring Galad's crying and pleading, Wretched grabbed Galad's primordial spirit and put it in its mouth.

Soon, Wretched's face turned red. It took a deep breath before laughing loudly. “How satisfying!”

Vananeru slumped to the ground. Her mind was blank, and she didn't know what to say or how to react.

Jonathan was also filled with emotion. He had once witnessed how invincible Galad had been, and Galad had

seemed as though he had it all.

Now, he was watching Galad in a state of disgrace, and in the end, Galad's life ended in such a miserable and

pathetic way.

“Cacodemon, did you call me here just to watch how you deal with Master Methendriel?” Jonathan looked at

Wretched.

Wretched said, “Of course not. You probably don't know this, but I've launched the Wretched the Great's call to

arms. As long as there are demons within a thousand miles, they will all receive my orders. Once they receive it,

they will come to me. As you can see, in such a short time, my army has already grown so strong. After three days,

my subordinates will gather, and then it will be Thymion's doomsday. The more people die, the stronger my army

will be. Haha... Is there anything more interesting in this world than this?”

Here, it paused before it continued, “The reason I called you here is that when I reach my glory, I want you to be by

my side to witness it.”

Jonathan's heart sank.

If Wretched really summoned all the demons and launched an attack, it would be no longer something any

individual expert could stop. It would be an absolute catastrophe!

Previously, everyone had only thought that the cacodemon's arrival was extremely dangerous.

But now, it seemed that the most terrifying thing was not the cacodemon itself, but its influence and summoning

ability!

Meanwhile, in Chanaea, Mabel and Jeff had ascended Mount Wallore.

Right then, they were standing atop Mount Wallore.

The stars were shining brightly, and the moon was clear, casting a layer of silver light over the earth.

The scenery of Mount Wallore was beautiful, and it was a place that people longed to go to.

Mount Wallore was the birthplace of Destino Art, and many myths and legends were passed down from there.

There were many temples of Destino Art.

The most famous person on Mount Wallore was the scruffy priest, Soren Zirconia.

According to legend, Soren developed the Shadow Punch, and he was a first-generation master.

However, according to the accounts of Jeff and others, Soren was one of the founders of Destino Art. He was

invincible, with a primordial spirit that could travel through The Void, and he was an unparalleled expert.

It was even possible that Soren was still alive today, and that his primordial spirit existed in The Void.

However, these were all legends, and no one could verify them.

It was already two in the morning, and it was particularly quiet on Mount Wallore.

The breeze at night brought a chilling coldness.

Mabel wore black sportswear and, along with Jeff, hiked up the mountain and headed toward Azure Temple.

Afterward, they followed a route, passing by the ancient thousand-year-old ginkgo trees. They carried on for a short

distance, went around a corner, and eventually reached Azure Temple.

Azure Temple was now also a tourist attraction. The entrance was clean and decorated with lanterns.

The main door was tightly closed, and on it was the image of Soren.

In the drawing, Soren was holding a jar of wine, looking happy-go-lucky.

“Is this Gregorius Zadok?” Mabel couldn't help but ask Jeff when she saw it.

Jeff rolled his eyes and said, “This is our founder, Soren Zirconia.”

Mabel felt embarrassed at once.

The two of them came to the entrance, and Jeff knocked on the door.

It wasn't long before a boy came to open the door. The boy asked groggily as he opened the door, “Who's there?”

After the door was opened, Jeff laughed and scolded, “Cyrus, don't you even recognize me?”

At the sight of Jeff, Cyrus beamed. “Oh, you're back, Master Yount! Please come in!”

Cyrus was quite excited as he led Mabel and Jeff into the temple.

The atmosphere within the temple was characterized by a strong Destino Art vibe and everything appeared to be in

a state of order.

Mabel had been afraid that women were not allowed in the temple, but it turned out not to be the case.

Cyrus said, “Master Yount, you should have let us know that you were coming back so that we could have

welcomed you. Your sudden return in the middle of the night is a bit unexpected.”

Jeff said softly, “Cyrus, don't spread the word about my return. We have urgent matters to attend to, and we will be

leaving soon. Where's Master Geller? Has he returned?”

The abbot of Azure Temple was Adonis Geller, who was also Jeff's senior.

Cyrus nodded and said, “Yes, Master Geller has only been back for a few days. I don't know how long he'll be

staying this time.”

Jeff said, “Take me to see Master Geller.”

Cyrus hesitated. “ Master Geller should already be asleep at this time. How about this, Master Yount? I'll go wake

him first, and you wait here, okay?”

Jeff smiled and replied, “There's no need for that much trouble. Master Geller is my senior, and I know him better

than you. I'll just go and kick the door. You just need to tell me which room he's in.”

Cyrus scratched his head awkwardly, then pointed in the direction of the room.

Jeff and Mabel then walked toward the room.

On the way, Mabel couldn't help but say, “I'm curious about something.”

Startled, Jeff asked, “About what?”

Mabel said, “Why does every boy here seem to be called Cyrus?”

Jeff explained, “Cyrus means radiance. This name evokes the image of a beacon of hope and a guiding light in the

darkness. It's a good symbol, so many temples that practice Destino Art use this name frequently.”

Realization dawned on Mabel.

Soon, they arrived in front of Adonis' room.

Jeff kicked the door open and laughed. “Adonis, it's been years! How have you been?”

Mabel followed him in and immediately saw a man sitting up in bed.

The man looked to be in his fifties and had a ruddy complexion.

He was wearing a white undershirt and shorts underneath.

He looked like a middle-aged pervert. There was no indication that he was actually a remarkable master at all!

Mabel felt a bit embarrassed, but Adonis didn't seem to care.

He glanced at Jeff, then sighed slightly and said something funny that made them all laugh. “Ah, the door needs

fixing again. Can't you just open the door properly? You're too impulsive and immature.”

Mabel snorted in laughter. It was the first time she had heard someone say that Jeff was immature.