Momonga had a habit.
Or rather, all World Tree players had this habit.
Before every battle, they wished they could stack buffs on themselves for half an hour before bombarding the enemy.
Whether they were magic casters or other classes, this fighting style seemed like the unquestionable choice when the level gap was not too great.
But now, it seemed they could not wait any longer.
The Guardians sprang into action, extinguishing the forest fire over a wide area while smashing the magma-covered imps onto the ground.
Like humans swatting bloodsucking mosquitoes that had landed on them.
With a smack, the imps were crushed to pieces. However, the splattering magma inflicted further damage on the forest.
The soul flames in Momonga's eyes flickered back and forth. It seemed they would not be able to remain in this forest. Even if they defeated the demons, they might very well attract the Spacetime Administration.
After the previous arrest incident, Momonga was deeply wary of the Spacetime Administration. It would have been fine if he had transmigrated in the flesh, but he had transmigrated as a soul! According to that senior transmigrator, soul transmigrators usually met an end without even a burial ground!
But that senior transmigrator had also told him not to trust anyone. Could that person have been lying to him too? Were soul transmigrators actually fine?
Momonga did not know, but he had no intention of using himself as an experiment.
As its name implied, super-tier magic was magic beyond the tenth tier. In World Tree's settings, super-tier magic did not consume MP, but its daily number of uses was limited.
Every super-tier spell had an extremely long casting time, and even after it was cast, the painfully long cooldown period in between was enough to drive anyone to despair.