This Isn't the HF Route, It's the HH (Hei Hitler) Route!

Accompanied by blinding flames.

Thick black smoke finally rose from the crematorium chimney once more.

As time passed, Zouken Matou's screams grew increasingly shrill.

Even through the massive, thick iron door, everyone could clearly hear something inside desperately scratching at the walls, producing a spine-chilling creaking sound.

With the enhancement of the Arcane Ring.

The temperature inside the crematorium had already approached over two thousand degrees.

It was a temperature even steel could not withstand. An ordinary person would likely be burned into charcoal from a single touch.

However, Zouken Matou was different. Fang Mo had just stabbed a healing dagger into him, piercing his core Engraving Worm and forcibly stuffing that worm back into his body.

And thanks to the dagger's terrifying regenerative power.

Zouken Matou's body was continuously being charred and regenerated, repeating the process without end.

His flesh curled and split under the scorching heat, while the Engraving Worms inside him constantly burst apart. Yet in the very next second, they kept healing, and the worms within his body inexplicably began multiplying.

Yes, multiplying.

As mentioned before, Zouken Matou had lived for an extremely long time.

He was already several centuries old. During that long life, his body had long since decayed, so he had no choice but to transfer his soul into Engraving Worms, turning himself into a mass of disgusting insects.

Every so often.

Zouken Matou had to seek out fresh bodies.

He would use worms to parasitize them, carrying out something akin to reincarnation or possession.

Thus, Zouken Matou had long ceased to possess a human body. Being engulfed in flames meant nothing to him; only when the worms were killed could he be hurt.

That was why ordinary healing magecraft was useless to him.

After all, it only healed the outer shell.

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