I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

The magic shield is like an inverted bowl, thin and smooth.

If the force of the attack is insufficient, it appears indestructible, remaining as stable as Mount Tai no matter how much you knead, smash, or beat it.

However, once the power of the attack exceeds the limit, a mere slash can create a hole in the shield, allowing one to easily enter.

Clearly, this intruder is a terrifying force.

Charlotte tossed aside the black stone in her hand, grabbed the Judgment Sword with both hands, hid the magic talisman in her sleeve, jumped off the bed, retreated to the wall, and stared solemnly at the window.

Suddenly, a sharp claw pierced the window; it was three foot-long silver claws, like three curved blades, gripping the window frame.

boom!

The entire window was flung off, and in the hole, a terrifying gray werewolf was crouching.

It had a strong and tall body like a brown bear, its scarlet and ferocious eyes staring at Charlotte, its upturned mouth revealing sharp fangs, and its sharp, protruding claws leaving deep marks on the stone wall with just a few scratches.

"I heard you used to be a high-ranking mage. What, after your magical abilities were destroyed, you became a knight?" The werewolf mocked Charlotte, who was gripping her sword and looking tense and defensive.

"Since we can no longer rely on magic, having a sword in hand will at least make us feel safer," Charlotte said as calmly as possible, though her voice still trembled slightly.

It wasn't that he was showing weakness; he was genuinely afraid!

What the hell!

This is a werewolf that can easily break through magical shields.

It exists at least at level three, and more likely at level four.

He was just a knight apprentice who had been practicing for less than three days.

Werewolves are one of the most skilled fighting orc races.

The man standing on the window now has explosive muscle definition, sharp claws, scars all over his body, and a fierce gaze, all of which demonstrate his terrifying strength.

Even if Uncle Wolverine came, I'd still have to kowtow to him and acknowledge him as an immortal today.

Strength, explosiveness, and combat experience completely outclass Charlotte!

Charlotte glanced outside instinctively.

"No need to look anymore. The fox guards on the street have been lured away and won't be back for at least ten minutes." The werewolf chuckled mockingly. "And I can take your head in just one minute."

Charlotte's heart sank to the bottom. Clearly, the werewolf's words were true; otherwise, the commotion here would have attracted the wolf guards long ago.

The fact that Carol was sending a level 4 werewolf to kill him caught him off guard, highlighting the extent of her attention to him.

His body may be discovered tomorrow.

Cause of death: Werewolf game.

No! It's not hopeless yet; at least I still have some trump cards up my sleeve!

Charlotte banished the jumbled thoughts from her mind and tried to calm herself down as much as possible.

  

He couldn't rely on the Fox Guards for the time being, so he had to rely on himself to at least hold out for ten minutes.

Vivian should have been woken up, but the girl was smart enough not to recklessly run over to see what was going on.

The master bedroom is not large, only a dozen square meters, with no extra furniture except for a bed and a small wardrobe.

The only window was now occupied by the werewolf, and it would take some time to unlock the door, enough time for the werewolf to chop off his head three times.

The only thing that comforted Charlotte was that he was very familiar with this limited battleground.

But this also means that this will be a battle with no way out.

You either die lying down, or you live standing up.

Charlotte stared intently at the werewolf, slowly tightening her grip on the Judgment Sword. A look of fear and despair crossed her face as she stammered, "Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?"

The werewolf seemed quite pleased with Charlotte's breakdown before her death, and sneered, "Since you're going to die, I might as well tell you that I am Wolverine. As for the reason for killing you, you can only blame yourself for messing with the wrong person."

"Let me go, and I'll give you all my money." Charlotte kicked the money box under the bed, causing it to fall over and coins to scatter all over the floor.

"Don't worry, I'll take it all after you die, including the woman in the back room. She smells delicious, I'll enjoy her." Wolverine didn't even glance at the coins on the ground, grinned, and the half-wall he was standing on collapsed with a crash as his massive body pounced on Charlotte.

Its gaping maw reeked of blood, and its raised right claws, with three sharp claws like blades, reached for Charlotte's neck.

The terrifying sense of oppression would have paralyzed an ordinary person.

Charlotte acted like a terrified ordinary human being, holding a sword but not even drawing it from its sheath, standing there dumbfounded, looking like she was at someone's mercy.

Wolverine's eyes were full of contempt and mockery. As expected, humans, this inferior race, were the most useless.

He had also suffered at the hands of human mages, but once they got close, those mages wielding delicate magic wands would devour him one by one with a crisp crunch, leaving him utterly defenseless.

And this useless piece of trash in front of me, stripped of his magical essence, is even more incompetent.

They chopped off his head and took it back to report, and his body was just enough for an extra meal.

Human skin and flesh are delicate and tender, requiring no processing; they are the most delicious.

The menacing claws made even the dim candlelight blinding; he could almost see the human's slender neck being severed, blood spurting out.

He was very familiar with this feeling, and he liked it very much.

They've even started to get excited.

The shadow cast by Wolverine enveloped Charlotte, making him appear exceptionally small.

Those claws, like three sharp blades, were enveloped in three chilling white lights, causing a stinging sensation on his skin from afar.

Charlotte's heart pounded violently at that moment, as memories of being beheaded countless times in the mysterious space surged back like a tide. But this did not make him lose his way; instead, it made his mind exceptionally clear.

In his view, the werewolf's movements seemed to be slowing down, like a scene playing frame by frame.

His exposed abdomen as he leaped high, his waving claws, his steel-like muscles, and the contemptuous look in his eyes... a flood of information rushed into his mind.

In the small room, the werewolf leaped in front of Charlotte and slapped down on her neck with a claw.

Just as the claws were about to strike Charlotte's neck, the look of panic on Charlotte's face vanished instantly, replaced by absolute calm.

Clang!

Draw your sword and strike!

The black Judgment Sword was instantly drawn, slashing towards Wolverine's abdomen with overwhelming force.

The contempt in Wolverine's eyes vanished, and for the first time, a look of panic appeared on his face.

He sensed a deadly aura emanating from that black longsword!

Although it looks like just a longsword with a broken tip, it is sharp and menacing, and has claimed countless lives.

This seemingly weak human was incredibly fast at drawing his sword!

He didn't even see how he drew the sword before it was already slashing towards his most vulnerable abdomen.

The speed and timing were both impressive, demonstrating seasoned experience.

Wasn't he said to be a magician whose magical origins were destroyed?

When did he become a knight?!

Moreover, from the moment he broke the window, he had been playing dumb to deceive others, all for the sake of delivering a decisive blow at the crucial moment.

With Wolverine suspended in mid-air, he couldn't easily dodge, but he also dared not risk his life to take Charlotte's sword head-on.

The claws that were aimed at Charlotte's neck swept downwards, grabbing for the black longsword.

This sword is very sharp, but unfortunately the person wielding it is not strong enough.