HP: god of potions

Chapter 125

The two clashed again, their movements a blur of raw power and lethal precision. Drolta weaved between the beast's strikes, her vampire instincts allowing her to read its attacks. She countered with a downward slash, driving her claws into its ribcage. The beast roared but countered immediately, grabbing her by the arm and swinging her like a ragdoll into the ground. Stone shattered upon impact, sending dust flying.

Drolta hissed, pushing herself up just as the beast's foot came crashing down. She flipped backward, landing gracefully before dashing forward with renewed ferocity. The beast snarled and met her charge, their forms colliding with enough force to send shockwaves through the chamber.

Rachel, meanwhile, decided to introduce the spectators. "For those who don't know," she began, drawing everyone's attention, "that over there is Alucard, the son of Vlad Dracula Țepeș and Lisa Țepeș." Gray blinked. "Wait a minute—Alucard is just Dracula spelled backward." Alucard merely sighed, clearly used to such remarks.

Rachel continued, ignoring Gray's interruption. "A few generations ago, Alucard fought against his father alongside one of the ancestors of the Belmonts—Trevor Belmont. He was accompanied by a Speaker magician named Sypha, who is actually the reason the Belmont family now has access to magic alongside their combat techniques."

This revelation stunned the vampires and even the two Belmonts present. Richter and Julius exchanged glances, clearly intrigued. But Gray casually dropped another bombshell. "Man, we should just go back in time next time, i want to go and see dracula" The area fell silent for a moment before the vampire messiah let out a light chuckle, amused by his words.

As the fight raged on, Drolta found herself being pushed to the limit. The beast's raw power was something beyond any vampire's natural strength, but Drolta still held the advantage with her human-level intellect and refined combat techniques. Her claws elongated further, becoming as sharp as swords. She darted around the beast, slashing at its tendons, moving with ruthless efficiency. Gray, growing curious, gestured toward the tall, pale-skinned vampire among the messiah's entourage. "And what about her?"

Rachel glanced at the woman before answering. "Ah, that's Erzsebet Báthory. A Hungarian noblewoman and alleged serial killer who became a vampire after consuming the blood of the Egyptian war goddess Sekhmet—facilitated by Drolta, of course. She later ascended to godhood." Erzsebet's eyes widened in shock. "How do you know that?" she demanded.

Rachel ignored her, casually conjuring a drink and handing it to Gray. Erzsebet accepted the drink with regal grace, sipping it like a queen. Gray smirked. "So Sekhmet, huh? If I drain her blood, does that mean I'll have the blood of a goddess?"

Rachel sighed. "She should at least be equivalent to a demigod grade, so she should be quite powerful." Gray's smile grew predatory as he turned his gaze toward Erzsebet. The Light Devourer tensed, clutching her chest, as if sensing something dangerous from him.

On the battlefield, Drolta seemed to have had enough. With a final burst of power, she lunged forward and executed a flawless, spinning slash. Her claws severed the beast's head clean off. Its body stood still for a brief moment before collapsing with a thunderous crash. Gray sighed. "Well, I guess I shouldn't have summoned a low-level beast."

He stretched, rolling his shoulders before raising his hand. A massive golden summoning circle formed above, radiating divine energy. From within, a gigantic snout pushed through, releasing a deep, rumbling growl. Gray smirked. "Should I summon a dragon next?" But after a moment of contemplation, he shook his head. "Nah. I've got a new ability I want to try out." And with that, he prepared himself for battle.

Drolta didn't waste a moment. The instant she saw an opportunity, she lunged at Grey with blinding speed, her clawed hand aiming straight for his skull. There was no hesitation, no pause—just raw, vicious intent. But Grey, unfazed, didn't even glance at her approach. He exhaled, as if sighing in boredom, before his entire form suddenly expanded.

A gale of immense force erupted from him as his body swelled, knocking Drolta back mid-air and sending every vampire behind Erzsebet sprawling. Even Richter, Maria, Annette, Tera, and Julius instinctively braced against the pressure, while Alucard narrowed his eyes in intrigue. Erzsebet, however, stood still, watching with amusement, while Rachel calmly shielded the others, an amused smirk on her face.

Grey's transformation was breathtaking—his white lion Animagus form no longer resembled anything purely natural. His body was massive, a towering beast of ethereal beauty and raw elemental might. His fur shone like freshly fallen snow, but his torso radiated with molten orange light, as though lava coursed beneath his skin. Silver wings stretched from his back, formed from pure starlight, shimmering with cosmic energy. His four limbs were sculpted from flawless, glacial ice, exuding an unnatural cold. Atop his massive head, dark, twisting horns curved backward, pulsing with shadows, while his tail—formed entirely from the same darkness—swirled like living night itself. Everyone was in stunned silence, unable to fully comprehend what they were witnessing. Even Erzsebet's confident smirk wavered, while Drolta's crimson eyes widened in shock. Rachel, the only one unfazed, cocked an eyebrow before muttering, "Huh, did you mutate your Animagus form?"

Grey turned his massive head towards her, his deep, primal voice reverberating like an ancient force. "Yes. I was thinking of enhancing my white lion form, or making it elemental. Then I thought—heh, might as well mutate it." Rachel nodded, recalling something. "Is that why you were making those strange drawings of different animal body parts?" "Of course," Grey rumbled, his cosmic eyes glinting.

But as he spoke, Drolta—recovering from her shock—took the opportunity to attack. She dashed forward with supernatural speed, aiming to tear through his throat. Yet, in a blur of motion, Grey swiped a massive paw and sent her crashing into the ground with bone-crushing force. The earth cracked beneath her impact. Grey's glowing eyes peered down at her. "That is rude," he mused. "But so is talking to someone else while fighting. So let's get this show rolling, shall we?"

Drolta roared, launching herself at him once more. Her speed was immense, but Grey barely had to react. She lashed out with a barrage of strikes, her claws aiming for his eyes, throat, and heart, but each attempt was futile. Grey shifted lazily, avoiding her with effortless precision. Every time she struck, he countered with casual ease. She tried raking her claws against his ice-covered limbs, only for her fingers to crack from the sheer cold. She attempted to strike his glowing, molten chest, only to recoil as her hands burned. She soared upwards to attack from above, but his silver wings released a pulse of starlight, slamming her back down.

"Hm," Grey mused. "My defense is absurd. No attack you throw even registers." Drolta, fuming, summoned black, twisted spears of vampiric energy and hurled them at him. They struck true—but did nothing. They evaporated against his radiant fur, dissipating as if they were mere illusions.

"Elemental resistance is exceptional," Grey noted. "Fire, darkness, physical force—you'll have to do better than that." With a deep inhale, he unleashed a blast of absolute cold. The air itself cracked, the ground beneath him froze solid, and even Drolta's supernatural body struggled against the sudden frost. She leapt away, shivering as ice clung to her limbs. "Ah. Absolute ice works well," Grey mused. "How about fire?"