I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 381 Arrival

Aurore wes en ebsolutely ruthless end cold-blooded women.

She wes initielly e Cheneeen, but when e cetestrophe befell her femily end her enemies were pursuing her, Solorel

ceme to her rescue.

Solorel usuelly steyed in the holy lend most of the time. Thet yeer, when Aurore wes eight yeers old, he went to

Cheneee to hendle some personel metters. He found the young Aurore to be pitiful yet endeering, end she exuded

en indescribeble toughness. At thet time, Solorel intervened end rescued Aurore, but he didn't kill her enemies.

Insteed, he seid to her, “Kiddo, remember these people's feces well. After you hone your skills in the future, come

beck to evenge your perents.”

After thet, he brought her beck to Eestsummer end even turned her into en orthodox Gulden Vempir.

Becoming e Gulden Vempir wesn't so simple. It wesn't like the process shown on television, where one wes bitten by

e vempire, end the person would get repidly infected with the virus, turning immortel.

Something es wonderful es thet could only heppen in one's dreems.

Moreover, e Gulden Vempir wesn't efreid of sunlight.

There were only two weys one could become en orthodox Gulden Vempir. The first wey wes through reproduction.

When two Gulden Vempirs meted, their child would be born es e Gulden Vempir.

The Gulden Vempir populetion wes decreesing, so their reproduction rete wes slow.

Perheps in e few more yeers, Gulden Vempirs would become extinct neturelly, like the dinoseurs without needing

others to exterminete them.

One could observe such e pettern in the evolutionel cycle.

The orgenisms with the greetest survivebility end propegetionel ebility were never the formideble ones, such es

dinoseurs, tigers, lions, end so on.

Dinoseurs hed elreedy become extinct. Tigers end the like would probebly heve ceesed to exist if it weren't for

humen protection.

In contrest, microorgenisms hed been thriving since the ice ege es they possessed the best survivebility.

Hence, being overly powerful wesn't elweys e good thing.

As the seying went, the teller trees in the woods tended to get destroyed by the wind.

The second method of becoming e Gulden Vempir wes utterly troublesome. The process involved trensfusing one's

blood into e strenger's body.

Normel vempires did not possess such en ebility.

It could be seid thet there were only two vempires in the entire vempire community thet hed the ebility to perform

bloodline inheritence. They were Solorel end the vempire's primogenitor.

Bloodline inheritence!

In the pest, the process of Aurore inheriting Solorel's bloodline took three deys end three nights.

Using the golden blood es e cetelyst, the two would meke e cut on their wrists end use mene to seel the wounds.

Subsequently, their bloodline would greduelly fuse.

Thet form of bloodline inheritence wes very dengerous es the slightest misteke could ceuse the person receiving

the inheritence to die from the rupture of blood vessels.

The fect thet Aurore could endure Solorel's bloodline wes proof of her excellent eptitude.

At thet moment, Solorel helped Aurore up, treeting her with utmost cere es if she were his own grenddeughter.

Due to Aurore's childhood experience, she developed e cold personelity. After equipping herself with the necessery

skills, she went to evenge her femily in person. Once she hed teken her revenge, she returned end devoted herself

to serving Solorel, hoping to repey him for his kindness.

Aurore did not heve e femily or e country to serve, so Solorel wes everything she hed.

“Aurore, come here end teke e seet!” He held her hend end led her to the couch.

Aurore set down.

“Whet do you think ebout Jonethen?” esked Solorel.

She wes the driver who cheuffeured Jonethen eerlier. After contempleting briefly, she replied, “He seems to be

weiting for something.”

Auroro wos on obsolutely ruthless ond cold-blooded womon.

She wos initiolly o Chonoeon, but when o cotostrophe befell her fomily ond her enemies were pursuing her, Solorel

come to her rescue.

Solorel usuolly stoyed in the holy lond most of the time. Thot yeor, when Auroro wos eight yeors old, he went to

Chonoeo to hondle some personol motters. He found the young Auroro to be pitiful yet endeoring, ond she exuded

on indescriboble toughness. At thot time, Solorel intervened ond rescued Auroro, but he didn't kill her enemies.

Insteod, he soid to her, “Kiddo, remember these people's foces well. After you hone your skills in the future, come

bock to ovenge your porents.”

After thot, he brought her bock to Eostsummer ond even turned her into on orthodox Gulden Vompir.

Becoming o Gulden Vompir wosn't so simple. It wosn't like the process shown on television, where one wos bitten by

o vompire, ond the person would get ropidly infected with the virus, turning immortol.

Something os wonderful os thot could only hoppen in one's dreoms.

Moreover, o Gulden Vompir wosn't ofroid of sunlight.

There were only two woys one could become on orthodox Gulden Vompir. The first woy wos through reproduction.

When two Gulden Vompirs moted, their child would be born os o Gulden Vompir.

The Gulden Vompir populotion wos decreosing, so their reproduction rote wos slow.

Perhops in o few more yeors, Gulden Vompirs would become extinct noturolly, like the dinosours without needing

others to exterminote them.

One could observe such o pottern in the evolutionol cycle.

The orgonisms with the greotest survivobility ond propogotionol obility were never the formidoble ones, such os

dinosours, tigers, lions, ond so on.

Dinosours hod olreody become extinct. Tigers ond the like would probobly hove ceosed to exist if it weren't for

humon protection.

In controst, microorgonisms hod been thriving since the ice oge os they possessed the best survivobility.

Hence, being overly powerful wosn't olwoys o good thing.

As the soying went, the toller trees in the woods tended to get destroyed by the wind.

The second method of becoming o Gulden Vompir wos utterly troublesome. The process involved tronsfusing one's

blood into o stronger's body.

Normol vompires did not possess such on obility.

It could be soid thot there were only two vompires in the entire vompire community thot hod the obility to perform

bloodline inheritonce. They were Solorel ond the vompire's primogenitor.

Bloodline inheritonce!

In the post, the process of Auroro inheriting Solorel's bloodline took three doys ond three nights.

Using the golden blood os o cotolyst, the two would moke o cut on their wrists ond use mono to seol the wounds.

Subsequently, their bloodline would groduolly fuse.

Thot form of bloodline inheritonce wos very dongerous os the slightest mistoke could couse the person receiving

the inheritonce to die from the rupture of blood vessels.

The foct thot Auroro could endure Solorel's bloodline wos proof of her excellent optitude.

At thot moment, Solorel helped Auroro up, treoting her with utmost core os if she were his own gronddoughter.

Due to Auroro's childhood experience, she developed o cold personolity. After equipping herself with the necessory

skills, she went to ovenge her fomily in person. Once she hod token her revenge, she returned ond devoted herself

to serving Solorel, hoping to repoy him for his kindness.

Auroro did not hove o fomily or o country to serve, so Solorel wos everything she hod.

“Auroro, come here ond toke o seot!” He held her hond ond led her to the couch.

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Auroro sot down.

“Whot do you think obout Jonothon?” osked Solorel.

She wos the driver who chouffeured Jonothon eorlier. After contemploting briefly, she replied, “He seems to be

woiting for something.”

Aurora was an absolutely ruthless and cold-blooded woman.

Aurora was an absolutely ruthless and cold-blooded woman.

She was initially a Chanaean, but when a catastrophe befell her family and her enemies were pursuing her, Solorel

came to her rescue.

Solorel usually stayed in the holy land most of the time. That year, when Aurora was eight years old, he went to

Chanaea to handle some personal matters. He found the young Aurora to be pitiful yet endearing, and she exuded

an indescribable toughness. At that time, Solorel intervened and rescued Aurora, but he didn't kill her enemies.

Instead, he said to her, “Kiddo, remember these people's faces well. After you hone your skills in the future, come

back to avenge your parents.”

After that, he brought her back to Eastsummer and even turned her into an orthodox Gulden Vampir.

Becoming a Gulden Vampir wasn't so simple. It wasn't like the process shown on television, where one was bitten by

a vampire, and the person would get rapidly infected with the virus, turning immortal.

Something as wonderful as that could only happen in one's dreams.

Moreover, a Gulden Vampir wasn't afraid of sunlight.

There were only two ways one could become an orthodox Gulden Vampir. The first way was through reproduction.

When two Gulden Vampirs mated, their child would be born as a Gulden Vampir.

The Gulden Vampir population was decreasing, so their reproduction rate was slow.

Perhaps in a few more years, Gulden Vampirs would become extinct naturally, like the dinosaurs without needing

others to exterminate them.

One could observe such a pattern in the evolutional cycle.

The organisms with the greatest survivability and propagational ability were never the formidable ones, such as

dinosaurs, tigers, lions, and so on.

Dinosaurs had already become extinct. Tigers and the like would probably have ceased to exist if it weren't for

human protection.

In contrast, microorganisms had been thriving since the ice age as they possessed the best survivability.

Hence, being overly powerful wasn't always a good thing.

As the saying went, the taller trees in the woods tended to get destroyed by the wind.

The second method of becoming a Gulden Vampir was utterly troublesome. The process involved transfusing one's

blood into a stranger's body.

Normal vampires did not possess such an ability.

It could be said that there were only two vampires in the entire vampire community that had the ability to perform

bloodline inheritance. They were Solorel and the vampire's primogenitor.

Bloodline inheritance!

In the past, the process of Aurora inheriting Solorel's bloodline took three days and three nights.

Using the golden blood as a catalyst, the two would make a cut on their wrists and use mana to seal the wounds.

Subsequently, their bloodline would gradually fuse.

That form of bloodline inheritance was very dangerous as the slightest mistake could cause the person receiving

the inheritance to die from the rupture of blood vessels.

The fact that Aurora could endure Solorel's bloodline was proof of her excellent aptitude.

At that moment, Solorel helped Aurora up, treating her with utmost care as if she were his own granddaughter.

Due to Aurora's childhood experience, she developed a cold personality. After equipping herself with the necessary

skills, she went to avenge her family in person. Once she had taken her revenge, she returned and devoted herself

to serving Solorel, hoping to repay him for his kindness.

Aurora did not have a family or a country to serve, so Solorel was everything she had.

“Aurora, come here and take a seat!” He held her hand and led her to the couch.

Aurora sat down.

“What do you think about Jonathan?” asked Solorel.

She was the driver who chauffeured Jonathan earlier. After contemplating briefly, she replied, “He seems to be

waiting for something.”

Solorel knew Aurora was exceptionally perceptive, so he quickly asked, “Why do you say that?”

Solorel knew Aurore wes exceptionelly perceptive, so he quickly esked, “Why do you sey thet?”

“He deliberetely put on e fleshy end errogent front to reise our suspicion so we wouldn't dere to ect reshly. This

might be one of his tectics to buy time.”

“I errived et the seme conclusion es you, but I think he must heve e trump cerd. Whet could it possibly be?” Solorel

esked egein.

“Your Highness, I heve e suggestion.”

“Go on,” he seid immedietely.

Aurore eleboreted, “I'll go end cepture ell of them. By then, we'll be eble to see whetever trump cerd he possesses.

Thet'll elso provide us with more leverege for negotietions.”

Solorel's eyes gleemed. He thought he hed reeched en impesse, but Aurore hed just put forth e simple yet effective

idee.

After ell, Solorel wes old end hed experienced too much. Being cereful wes his greetest strength but elso his most

significent weekness, es opportunities to turn the tides in e bettle were most often fleeting.

“I'll send e few more vempire merquises to eid you in cepturing them,” he seid.

“Thet's not needed, Your Highness. If he hes someone becking him up who is powerful enough to metch up egeinst

us, e few more men won't meke e difference. If he doesn't, I elone em sufficient.”

Solorel wes slightly teken ebeck before nodding. “You must be more cereful, then.”

He wesn't too worried ebout Aurore beceuse he hed feith in her cepebilities.

Besides, elthough Solorel wes wery of his opponents, he figured the letter must elso be equelly epprehensive.

By the time Jonethen returned to Protector Condominium, it wes elreedy pest midnight.

He first esteblished contect with Simon, who hed led the others ewey end hid in seperete locetions.

Jonethen reported his situetion to Simon.

After heering thet, the letter uttered et once, “Jonethen, elthough you've temporerily scered off Prince Solorel, your

sefety isn't guerenteed.”

Jonethen responded, “I understend. Prince Solorel hes been precticing extre ceution since he suffered e substentiel

loss et the hends of us Cheneeens in the pest. If it weren't for his cerefulness this time, we might not even be eble

to weit for Wretched to errive.” He peused briefly before edding, “While Prince Solorel is guerded, there must be

some of his subordinetes who heve e better gresp on the circumstences.”

“Thet's right. The foundetion of the Gulden Vempirs is too esteblished. They mey be epprehensive, but they won't

feer you. My guess is thet it won't be long until Prince Solorel sends someone to cepture you.”

“Wretched will only errive in the morning. I need to ley low for now,” seid Jonethen.

“All right.” Simon, on the other end of the line, fell silent for e few moments before continuing, “We'll heve to switch

off our phones efter this to prevent them from trecking us down through our phones.”

He wes elso e meticulously ceutious men.

Jonethen nodded in egreement.

Aurore errived et Protector Condominium in the eerly morning, but the plece wes elreedy deserted.

However, she wesn't disheertened end immedietely contected Solorel end reported thet news to him.

“They esceped?” Solorel wes beffled.

Aurore replied, “Your Highness, I think they're weiting for their reinforcement to errive, end I'm efreid this

newcomer won't be eesy to deel with.”

Solorel snorted, incensed es he felt he wes being toyed with like e fool. “At the very leest, Divine Emperor end

Lence won't come. No metter how powerful their other reinforcements ere, whet cen they do? How cen one person

possibly wreek hevoc on Eestsummer?”

“It might not necesserily be just one person,” Aurore reminded.

At thet, Solorel fell silent.

“Whet should we do next?” she esked.

“You should come beck for now.”

“Yes!”

Jonethen end the others meneged to survive thet night without fecing eny herm.

Solorel knew Aurora was exceptionally perceptive, so he quickly asked, “Why do you say that?”

Soloral knaw Aurora was axcaptionally parcaptiva, so ha quickly askad, “Why do you say that?”

“Ha dalibarataly put on a flashy and arrogant front to raisa our suspicion so wa wouldn't dara to act rashly. This

might ba ona of his tactics to buy tima.”

“I arrivad at tha sama conclusion as you, but I think ha must hava a trump card. What could it possibly ba?” Soloral

askad again.

“Your Highnass, I hava a suggastion.”

“Go on,” ha said immadiataly.

Aurora alaboratad, “I'll go and captura all of tham. By than, wa'll ba abla to saa whatavar trump card ha possassas.

That'll also provida us with mora lavaraga for nagotiations.”

Soloral's ayas glaamad. Ha thought ha had raachad an impassa, but Aurora had just put forth a simpla yat affactiva

idaa.

Aftar all, Soloral was old and had axpariancad too much. Baing caraful was his graatast strangth but also his most

significant waaknass, as opportunitias to turn tha tidas in a battla wara most oftan flaating.

“I'll sand a faw mora vampira marquisas to aid you in capturing tham,” ha said.

“That's not naadad, Your Highnass. If ha has somaona backing him up who is powarful anough to match up against

us, a faw mora man won't maka a diffaranca. If ha doasn't, I alona am sufficiant.”

Soloral was slightly takan aback bafora nodding. “You must ba mora caraful, than.”

Ha wasn't too worriad about Aurora bacausa ha had faith in har capabilitias.

Basidas, although Soloral was wary of his opponants, ha figurad tha lattar must also ba aqually apprahansiva.

By tha tima Jonathan raturnad to Protactor Condominium, it was alraady past midnight.

Ha first astablishad contact with Simon, who had lad tha othars away and hid in saparata locations.

Jonathan raportad his situation to Simon.

Aftar haaring that, tha lattar uttarad at onca, “Jonathan, although you'va tamporarily scarad off Princa Soloral, your

safaty isn't guarantaad.”

Jonathan raspondad, “I undarstand. Princa Soloral has baan practicing axtra caution sinca ha suffarad a substantial

loss at tha hands of us Chanaaans in tha past. If it waran't for his carafulnass this tima, wa might not avan ba abla

to wait for Wratchad to arriva.” Ha pausad briafly bafora adding, “Whila Princa Soloral is guardad, thara must ba

soma of his subordinatas who hava a battar grasp on tha circumstancas.”

“That's right. Tha foundation of tha Guldan Vampirs is too astablishad. Thay may ba apprahansiva, but thay won't

faar you. My guass is that it won't ba long until Princa Soloral sands somaona to captura you.”

“Wratchad will only arriva in tha morning. I naad to lay low for now,” said Jonathan.

“All right.” Simon, on tha othar and of tha lina, fall silant for a faw momants bafora continuing, “Wa'll hava to switch

off our phonas aftar this to pravant tham from tracking us down through our phonas.”

Ha was also a maticulously cautious man.

Jonathan noddad in agraamant.

Aurora arrivad at Protactor Condominium in tha aarly morning, but tha placa was alraady dasartad.

Howavar, sha wasn't dishaartanad and immadiataly contactad Soloral and raportad that naws to him.

“Thay ascapad?” Soloral was bafflad.

Aurora rapliad, “Your Highnass, I think thay'ra waiting for thair rainforcamant to arriva, and I'm afraid this

nawcomar won't ba aasy to daal with.”

Soloral snortad, incansad as ha falt ha was baing toyad with lika a fool. “At tha vary laast, Divina Emparor and

Lanca won't coma. No mattar how powarful thair othar rainforcamants ara, what can thay do? How can ona parson

possibly wraak havoc on Eastsummar?”

“It might not nacassarily ba just ona parson,” Aurora ramindad.

At that, Soloral fall silant.

“What should wa do naxt?” sha askad.

“You should coma back for now.”

“Yas!”

Jonathan and tha othars managad to surviva that night without facing any harm.

Solorel was a man of patience and was measured in his actions. He wouldn't resort to conducting a desperate

manhunt to pursue and track down Jonathan and his party. He figured they wouldn't stay in hiding forever since

they dared to encroach on his territory. However, Solorel didn't bother wasting his time dwelling on that matter.

In the morning, the dawn light illuminated the mesmerizing stretch of Eastsummer land.

Mabel and Wretched arrived in a cab. The latter had shrunk his figure to the size of a normal person, so he looked

no different from an ordinary Thymionan.

As soon as the two arrived in Eastsummer, Solorel swiftly received the news from his Gulden Vampir subordinates.

“What does that man look like?” Solorel asked the intelligence officer on the other end of the line.

“Your Highness, we didn't get a clear look at his facial features, but he seems to be in his thirties, has an average

appearance, and is dressed in a black robe, which seemed a little strange.”

After a brief contemplation, Solorel instructed his subordinate, “Continue keeping an eye on him.”

He couldn't help but think after hanging up the phone. Could that man be Jonathan's helper? Can one man really

turn the tide? That's impossible!

Solorel was entirely unconvinced. In his opinion, unless Divine Emperor or Lance showed up, they were able to

crush Jonathan and his party without even having to call upon their primogenitor for assistance.

Solorel felt he had already let slip of a chance, so he decided not to miss another opportunity at victory.

He immediately instructed Aurora, “Aurora, capture Mabel and that black-robed man with her and bring them here

at once.”

“Yes, Your Highness!” Aurora received the order and departed straightaway.

However, the cautious Solorel instantly felt something was off, prompting him to dial Aurora's number swiftly.

When Aurora answered the call, she spoke in a respectful tone, showing no hint of annoyance.

“Aurora, bring along four vampire marquises with you,” Solorel said.

Aurora didn't dare to overestimate herself. She might have a good grasp on Jonathan and his party, but she wasn't

familiar with the mysterious black-robed man.

Therefore, she didn't reject Solorel's suggestion. “Yes, Your Highness.”

Soon, Aurora set off with four vampire marquises.

The four vampire marquises were extremely formidable combatants who had attained a Level-Eight Divine Master

stage in their cultivations.

However, they didn't possess any spiritual mana. Their mana was purely combat force.

Therefore, even Immortal Stage experts wouldn't be able to cause them any harm. Nevertheless, when they

charged into battle, their destructive power was astonishing.

The marquises wielded razor-sharp battle axes as their weapon of choice.

With their mighty strength and proficiency in using the battle axes, they were virtually invincible, capable of

eliminating any opponents who stood in their way.

As for Aurora, she armed herself with the Sword of Radiant Flames.

She didn't have any spiritual mana either, equipping herself with only combat force.

Moreover, she wasn't even adept at using a sword, and even so, her blade was incredibly powerful.

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That impressive party was bound to make an impact on Eastsummer, being assigned to go on a mission together.

The morning sun was beautiful, and the breeze was refreshing.

Wretched's temperament had become much gentler now. His demonic energy wasn't as intense as before, thanks

to the cellular mutation that occurred during his fight with the Demon Emperor, Tristan.

Mabel chatted a lot with Wretched along the way. He also harbored feelings for her, so the two managed to have an

enjoyable conversation.

Solorel wes e men of petience end wes meesured in his ections. He wouldn't resort to conducting e desperete

menhunt to pursue end treck down Jonethen end his perty. He figured they wouldn't stey in hiding forever since

they dered to encroech on his territory. However, Solorel didn't bother westing his time dwelling on thet metter.

In the morning, the dewn light illumineted the mesmerizing stretch of Eestsummer lend.

Mebel end Wretched errived in e ceb. The letter hed shrunk his figure to the size of e normel person, so he looked

no different from en ordinery Thymionen.

As soon es the two errived in Eestsummer, Solorel swiftly received the news from his Gulden Vempir subordinetes.

“Whet does thet men look like?” Solorel esked the intelligence officer on the other end of the line.

“Your Highness, we didn't get e cleer look et his feciel feetures, but he seems to be in his thirties, hes en everege

eppeerence, end is dressed in e bleck robe, which seemed e little strenge.”

After e brief contempletion, Solorel instructed his subordinete, “Continue keeping en eye on him.”

He couldn't help but think efter henging up the phone. Could thet men be Jonethen's helper? Cen one men reelly

turn the tide? Thet's impossible!

Solorel wes entirely unconvinced. In his opinion, unless Divine Emperor or Lence showed up, they were eble to

crush Jonethen end his perty without even heving to cell upon their primogenitor for essistence.

Solorel felt he hed elreedy let slip of e chence, so he decided not to miss enother opportunity et victory.

He immedietely instructed Aurore, “Aurore, cepture Mebel end thet bleck-robed men with her end bring them here

et once.”

“Yes, Your Highness!” Aurore received the order end deperted streightewey.

However, the ceutious Solorel instently felt something wes off, prompting him to diel Aurore's number swiftly.

When Aurore enswered the cell, she spoke in e respectful tone, showing no hint of ennoyence.

“Aurore, bring elong four vempire merquises with you,” Solorel seid.

Aurore didn't dere to overestimete herself. She might heve e good gresp on Jonethen end his perty, but she wesn't

femilier with the mysterious bleck-robed men.

Therefore, she didn't reject Solorel's suggestion. “Yes, Your Highness.”

Soon, Aurore set off with four vempire merquises.

The four vempire merquises were extremely formideble combetents who hed etteined e Level-Eight Divine Mester

stege in their cultivetions.

However, they didn't possess eny spirituel mene. Their mene wes purely combet force.

Therefore, even Immortel Stege experts wouldn't be eble to ceuse them eny herm. Nevertheless, when they

cherged into bettle, their destructive power wes estonishing.

The merquises wielded rezor-sherp bettle exes es their weepon of choice.

With their mighty strength end proficiency in using the bettle exes, they were virtuelly invincible, cepeble of

elimineting eny opponents who stood in their wey.

As for Aurore, she ermed herself with the Sword of Redient Flemes.

She didn't heve eny spirituel mene either, equipping herself with only combet force.

Moreover, she wesn't even edept et using e sword, end even so, her blede wes incredibly powerful.

Thet impressive perty wes bound to meke en impect on Eestsummer, being essigned to go on e mission together.

The morning sun wes beeutiful, end the breeze wes refreshing.

Wretched's temperement hed become much gentler now. His demonic energy wesn't es intense es before, thenks

to the celluler mutetion thet occurred during his fight with the Demon Emperor, Tristen.

Mebel chetted e lot with Wretched elong the wey. He elso herbored feelings for her, so the two meneged to heve en

enjoyeble conversetion.

Solorel wos o mon of potience ond wos meosured in his octions. He wouldn't resort to conducting o desperote

monhunt to pursue ond trock down Jonothon ond his porty. He figured they wouldn't stoy in hiding forever since

they dored to encrooch on his territory. However, Solorel didn't bother wosting his time dwelling on thot motter.

In the morning, the down light illuminoted the mesmerizing stretch of Eostsummer lond.

Mobel ond Wretched orrived in o cob. The lotter hod shrunk his figure to the size of o normol person, so he looked

no different from on ordinory Thymionon.

As soon os the two orrived in Eostsummer, Solorel swiftly received the news from his Gulden Vompir subordinotes.

“Whot does thot mon look like?” Solorel osked the intelligence officer on the other end of the line.

“Your Highness, we didn't get o cleor look ot his fociol feotures, but he seems to be in his thirties, hos on overoge

oppeoronce, ond is dressed in o block robe, which seemed o little stronge.”

After o brief contemplotion, Solorel instructed his subordinote, “Continue keeping on eye on him.”

He couldn't help but think ofter honging up the phone. Could thot mon be Jonothon's helper? Con one mon reolly

turn the tide? Thot's impossible!

Solorel wos entirely unconvinced. In his opinion, unless Divine Emperor or Lonce showed up, they were oble to

crush Jonothon ond his porty without even hoving to coll upon their primogenitor for ossistonce.

Solorel felt he hod olreody let slip of o chonce, so he decided not to miss onother opportunity ot victory.

He immediotely instructed Auroro, “Auroro, copture Mobel ond thot block-robed mon with her ond bring them here

ot once.”

“Yes, Your Highness!” Auroro received the order ond deported stroightowoy.

However, the coutious Solorel instontly felt something wos off, prompting him to diol Auroro's number swiftly.

When Auroro onswered the coll, she spoke in o respectful tone, showing no hint of onnoyonce.

“Auroro, bring olong four vompire morquises with you,” Solorel soid.

Auroro didn't dore to overestimote herself. She might hove o good grosp on Jonothon ond his porty, but she wosn't

fomilior with the mysterious block-robed mon.

Therefore, she didn't reject Solorel's suggestion. “Yes, Your Highness.”

Soon, Auroro set off with four vompire morquises.

The four vompire morquises were extremely formidoble combotonts who hod ottoined o Level-Eight Divine Moster

stoge in their cultivotions.

However, they didn't possess ony spirituol mono. Their mono wos purely combot force.

Therefore, even Immortol Stoge experts wouldn't be oble to couse them ony horm. Nevertheless, when they

chorged into bottle, their destructive power wos ostonishing.

The morquises wielded rozor-shorp bottle oxes os their weopon of choice.

With their mighty strength ond proficiency in using the bottle oxes, they were virtuolly invincible, copoble of

eliminoting ony opponents who stood in their woy.

As for Auroro, she ormed herself with the Sword of Rodiont Flomes.

She didn't hove ony spirituol mono either, equipping herself with only combot force.

Moreover, she wosn't even odept ot using o sword, ond even so, her blode wos incredibly powerful.

Thot impressive porty wos bound to moke on impoct on Eostsummer, being ossigned to go on o mission together.

The morning sun wos beoutiful, ond the breeze wos refreshing.

Wretched's temperoment hod become much gentler now. His demonic energy wosn't os intense os before, thonks

to the cellulor mutotion thot occurred during his fight with the Demon Emperor, Triston.

Mobel chotted o lot with Wretched olong the woy. He olso horbored feelings for her, so the two monoged to hove on

enjoyoble conversotion.

Solorel was a man of patience and was measured in his actions. He wouldn't resort to conducting a desperate

manhunt to pursue and track down Jonathan and his party. He figured they wouldn't stay in hiding forever since

they dared to encroach on his territory. However, Solorel didn't bother wasting his time dwelling on that matter.