I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 63 - 65 The Relics Expedition

The troll's punch collided with brutal impact, instantly shattering four of the barriers. The last remaining shield frosted over, brittle and straining against the cold.

But there was no reprieve.

The troll's next strike was already underway.

Its arm pulled back once more, its enormous fist gathering even greater force.

The barriers had barely reformed when the second blow descended, each shield cracking in rapid succession.

The ability-wielders grimaced, their resolve tightening as they constructed another set of shields.

Once more, five layers of defense materialized.

Yet from the rear of the formation, Gin observed the scene with a calculating gaze. He shook his head.

"Not enough," he murmured.

With a subtle incantation, Gin unleashed his prepared spell.

A powerful force field rippled ahead of the defensive line, imbued with an absorption attribute designed to mitigate the troll's attacks.

BOOOOOM!

KRAAANG!

The impact was catastrophic.

The second punch, far stronger than the first, tore through Gin's absorption field as though it were paper.

The five newly crafted barriers shattered in quick succession, and the remnants of the frost-covered defenses disintegrated.

"Keep those shields up! Disruption team, draw its attention! Attack team, hit it with everything you've got!" barked Imakir, a leader among the ability-wielders.

Panic rippled through the ranks. This troll was unlike any they had faced before.

Its power surpassed the trolls from prior battles.

As it prepared another devastating strike, a bolt of lightning suddenly arced across the battlefield, crackling with ferocious energy.

BOOOM!

The spellcaster Vogel had unleashed a lightning storm aimed directly at the creature's neck. Yet the troll barely flinched.

It absorbed the hit without so much as a stutter in its movements, continuing to ready its next attack as if nothing had happened.

Alaric projectiles followed, launched with terrifying velocity.

The defense team scrambled, summoning shield after shield, their magic expenditure now approaching critical levels.

Their abilities, normally efficient and reliable, were being pushed to the limit under the relentless assault.

Meanwhile, the disruption team darted around the troll, striking with quick, harrying attacks meant to divert its focus.

However, the creature barely acknowledged their presence, glancing at them only briefly before resuming its assault.

It was then that the attack team unleashed their combined offensive.

Fire, lightning, ice, and crushing force converged on the troll in a synchronized barrage. A group of sword-wielders rushed in, targeting vital points in close quarters.

CLANG!

Blades clashed against the troll's chitinous armor, barely leaving scratches before the attackers were repelled. Undeterred, the swordsmen regrouped, repeating their assault with precision and determination.

From a distance, Gin observed the battle with a critical eye. He turned to Owen, a quiet figure standing nearby. Vogel was preparing another spell, but Gin didn't expect much. Lightning had already proven ineffective, and further casting might only hinder the ongoing battle.

Yet Vogel continued, seemingly desperate to make himself useful. By contrast, Owen remained still, his gaze fixed intently on the conflict.

It was as though he were merely a detached observer, more curious than concerned. His eyes briefly shifted from Vogel to Gin.

"Will you not aid them, Mage Gin?" Owen asked, his tone calm and almost indifferent.

Hearing Owen's detached question, Gin began to understand why Marcus had spoken warily of mages from the Five Great Houses.

"I will," Gin replied. "But let's observe the situation a bit longer."

Owen's expression twisted into something enigmatic.

"You are… unique, aren't you? A mage who disperses their magic like an ability-wielder. It's effective—though different from either group's usual methods." He nodded thoughtfully.

"It does make your core more difficult to pinpoint."

Gin knew Owen was unlike any other mage he had encountered.

To truly analyze his power, Gin would need to extend his own domain and scrutinize the hidden layers of magic shielding Owen's presence.

Despite the troll's overwhelming attacks, Owen remained unfazed, as if oblivious to the waves of power crashing across the battlefield.

Gin wondered if Owen even recognized the ongoing struggle.

Refocusing on the fight, Gin saw that the situation had reached a stalemate.

The troll had not moved from its spot, yet it continued to unleash devastating attacks with its fists and feet.

If it began to advance, things would deteriorate rapidly.

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Gin decided it was time to end the battle swiftly.

The ruins ahead were vast and unexplored.

Lingering at the entrance, wasting both time and energy, was not an option.

Yet, he would not reveal his true core—not with Owen watching him so closely.

Instead, Gin reached into the latent magic of the hidden dimension, drawing threads of arcane power.

He had no intention of overcomplicating his strategy with elaborate spellwork.

He had learned his lesson during his duel with Ruben: secrecy and efficiency were paramount.

Now, it was time to bring this battle to a close.

Even amidst the escalating chaos, Gin maintained his composure. Handling this situation was already complex enough; there was no point in concerning himself with lesser details. He worked swiftly, etching five overlapping magical circles in the air.

Nearly twenty ability-wielders were locked in fierce combat with the chitinous troll, yet Gin's precision ensured his aim would not falter.

After all, the troll remained stationary, its core-enhanced body rooted in place as it fought.

But first, the beast's supernatural durability had to be broken.

The five magic circles he had conjured were designed to weaken its resilience.

One of the troll's internal cores dispersed shock-based magical energy throughout its body, forming an invisible barrier of force.

Overcoming this defense required sheer overwhelming power.

More sophisticated counter-spells could have disrupted the core's influence, but those methods were underdeveloped. Gin hadn't anticipated facing a foe like this—one capable of wielding such rare abilities. He had assumed beings like Alaric were anomalies,

yet here was another adversary harnessing similar powers.

Shhhaaaaa!

The five durability-weakening spells activated in unison, their arcane energy cascading over the troll's armored frame.

The first three spells were partially deflected by the troll's natural defenses, but the fourth began to penetrate deeper.

By the fifth, the magic drove spikes of disruption into the creature's very joints, clearing a pathway for shockwaves to enter its body.

With practiced ease, Gin activated another set of prepared spells.

BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!

Three concentrated shockwaves ripped through the troll, amplifying the effects of the durability-weakening magic.

The beast emitted a guttural, otherworldly roar as its body released a surge of freezing air in retaliation.

Yet Gin pressed on.