The Dragon God could use the Beastfolk's racial magic, Voice Magic. That truly shocked Cui Ciyou.
Even though he had seen all of "Jobless Reincarnation" through his self in a parallel world and knew the Dragon God was absurdly powerful, Cui Ciyou had never expected him to be this far beyond the norm.
So you can even use other races' innate abilities?
Even now, when the situation had already slipped somewhat out of control.
Cui Ciyou still opened his mouth, hoping to exchange a few more pleasantries. If they could avoid fighting, all the better.
He genuinely did not want to fight.
Their opponent was the Dragon God Orsted, one of this world's strongest combatants. Fighting him would be all pain and no gain.
Cui Ciyou's plan was to stabilize the situation first, prolong the conversation, and work things out gradually.
But-
Clang!
The Sword God Gal Farion drew his sword. It was not his usual Elegant Dragon Sword, but a pitch-black magic sword.
The instant that magic sword left its sheath, golden battle aura swept out like a raging tide, sending all the fallen leaves and loose stones around them flying.
The Sword God stepped forward, his sword point aimed straight at the Dragon God's throat.
"I've wanted to cut you down for ages!"
His voice was wild and fierce, charged with years of pent-up fighting spirit and frustration.
Almost simultaneously, Alice and Ghislaine moved too.
Two longswords left their sheaths at once, their blades reflecting a cold gleam in the morning light.
The sword in Alice's hand was the Sword God's Elegant Dragon Sword.
He had tossed it to her on the day she became a Sword King, saying only, "Hold on to it. Don't embarrass me."
It seemed the Sword God had a habit of giving his