I'm the Demon King in Marvel

At the school gate, two rows of students, divided into male and female, were lined up. All of them were the best looking. The well-dressed principal stood at the front, looking forward to seeing the students.

But when he counted the number of vehicles, he frowned slightly.

Among those who came, there was only one executive from the Aboriginal Protection Association; none of the promised directors, presidents, or even state legislators showed up.

"Mr. Richard, what's going on?" The principal hurried to the association's secretary with obvious unhappiness on his face.

Facing a mere clerk, as a relative of the foundation's president, he didn't need to be too polite. After all, it was the other party who caused the problem first.

"It's because of the assassination in the suburbs that the big shots are afraid to go out."

Richard was equally unhappy. He had been running around for many days for today's visit and had finally finalized it. Both parties would receive a large sum of thank-you money. But now it had turned out like this, and it was considered a gentleman of good character if the principal didn't scold him.

The principal's face was indeed livid, but after working so hard for so many days, he couldn't just not get any benefits. He glanced at the vehicles behind him and asked, "Are all the reporters here?"

"Here we go. The extraordinary ones kill celebrities. These little reporters don't worry about their own safety." Richard replied.

"Very good. You and your colleagues will act as the association's senior executives to take photos, and ask the reporters to polish the report copy." The principal is indeed a seasoned man. He immediately thought of a remedy.

Richard thought for a moment and nodded.

If he didn't agree to the principal's suggestion, then all his work these days would be in vain.

This is not in line with the spirit of capitalism at all.

Then, the music prepared by the school sounded, and the Indian-style music echoed over the school, sounding like it was summoning the ghosts of Indian warriors.

Chapter 315 The Dead Return, the Killing Begins

Arecom couldn't tell whether the person coming was an important person or not, but he didn't care because the preparations for the hunt had been made.

He deliberately changed into traditional Indian clothing, wearing long leggings made of tanned buffalo hide on his legs, a small apron made of buffalo hide around his waist, a fur top, and finally a cloak woven from coarse linen.

If he were dressed like this at any other time, he would definitely be severely punished by the school staff, because it goes against the original intention of their cultural brainwashing.

But today, some people came to visit, and some reporters took photos and videos. If we don’t allow students to wear these costumes, how can we prove to the audience that this is a "charity school" for Indian children?

Alecom's attire did not attract any special attention from the janitor, even though he had a strange short staff in his hand.

On the other side, the principal was accompanying the "big shots" to visit the school's showroom.

A teacher from the school affairs office was talking to the camera, acting as a narrator.

"Our school has been established for 30 years and has trained many outstanding talents for Arizona and the United States..."

If someone without tact asked at this moment, "What are they specifically?", he would definitely not be able to answer.

This boarding school, which includes both an elementary and middle school, has not produced a single college student in the past 30 years.

Don't think that they are unwilling to do even the image project. In fact, this is the normal situation in most community schools in the United States, because high school students need letters of recommendation and a good resume to obtain an interview qualification from a university.

Normal white teenagers have to rack their brains, like poor Spider, let alone these deliberately restricted Indian teenagers.

All young Indians who can go to college, if not 100%, at least 99% of them are from the chiefs' families who are willing to cooperate, and most of them are even mixed-race descendants with some Indian blood.

The so-called "outstanding talents" are nothing more than "zero-dollar shopping" practitioners and drug addicts active in slums, and basically they go to jail as soon as they leave school.

"The school adheres to the teaching philosophy of people-oriented and all-round development. The caring teachers have patiently and kindly educated the children who came out of the primitive tribes..."

"Love?"

Alecom, who was striding over with a blood-sucking scepter in hand, seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world and shouted, "Does your love mean that every year there are students who are tortured to death by their teachers?"

The sudden appearance of the young man stunned the reporters and civil servants who were passing by for a moment. The principal quickly stepped forward and cast a murderous look at Arecom: "What are you talking about? Didn't you take your medicine today?"

Turning around, he became friendly again when facing the camera: "Don't mind, everyone. This is a child with mental illness in our school. We have hired a doctor for him. He takes medicine on time every day. Maybe the janitor forgot today because he was too busy."

"Hahaha..." Alekom laughed until tears were about to burst out.

"Since you are so kind-hearted, I'm sure you will be moved when you see the students who died?"

As he spoke, Alecom, who was holding the vampire scepter, slammed the scepter heavily on the ground. The strange red gem suddenly emitted a scarlet light, soaking the surrounding earth.

The next second, the ground began to shake, first slightly and then violently.

The grass twitched and swayed as if it had received an electric shock, and the soil particles at the roots were pulled by a strange force and kept jumping.

A cool breeze suddenly blew, and all the living people present felt a creepy chill.

"Judge, take him away quickly!"

Along with the principal's terrified voice, a bony claw pierced the soil, revealing the eerie white bones with rotten flesh and blood still remaining on them, which was disgusting to smell.

First there was one, and in the blink of an eye another one came, with a pair of bone claws supporting the ground, pushing out a horrible skull with half a face.

There was only one eyeball left in the skull's eye socket, and at this moment the eyeball was spinning wildly, quickly locking onto the principal.

Both parties were stunned for a moment. The skull's jaw kept opening and closing, and the upper and lower rows of teeth collided with each other, making dense noises that were extremely creepy just to hear.

The next second, a hoarse voice came from the skeleton's rotten throat: "Jack...Principal, long time...no see..."

"Ah!!!" The pot-bellied Principal Jack jumped up on the spot as if he had been electrocuted. He wanted to run back, but when he turned around, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

The skeleton quickly crawled out, using its hands and feet to pounce on Principal Jack, opening its mouth wide and biting hard on his neck.

A light "click" sound was heard throughout the school playground.

The thin skeleton actually had a strong bite force. It bit off Principal Jack's trachea and blood vessels in one bite. Blood gushed out, but was sucked by the skeleton.

Blood flowed into the skeleton's abdomen along the corrupt esophagus. The broken chest could not hold so much blood, and it oozed out.

As the blood flowed into the skeleton's body, the rotten flesh on his body grew strangely, eventually covering all the bones in his body, stopping the holes in his body and speeding up the efficiency of blood storage.

The "blood-sucking scepter" summons not ordinary skeletons, but "blood-sucking zombies".

As they consume more blood, they become stronger and their appearance gradually returns to how it was before death, except that their skin becomes dry, pale, and lifeless.

However, these zombies will gain a great increase in speed and strength, and if there is no means to deal with the undead, the scepter holder can continue to summon them even if their bodies are destroyed.

This is the power of the Undead Artifact.

Of course, there is more than one undead in this school. Skeletons summoned by the "Vampire Scepter" appear in every corner of the school in an instant.

Over the past thirty years, some of the bodies of teenagers who were tortured to death were disposed of, while others were simply hastily buried in the hills behind the school, which once caused the flowers and plants on the hills to grow abnormally lush.

Now, the dead have returned and are slaughtering their former perpetrators at will.

Screams could be heard throughout the school.

Civil servants and reporters from the Aboriginal Protection Association huddled together, shivering. They also wanted to run, but the few who had escaped early were all knocked down by skeletons covered in rotten flesh and had now become their food.

"Please...please...please, let...let...let me go!" Officer Richard was so scared that he was crying and trembling.

Isn’t today just an ordinary fashion show?

Why did I encounter such a terrifying supernatural being?

"Is the camera working?" Alecom glanced at the camera discarded on the ground.

Richard quickly grabbed a reporter next to him and pushed him hard: “Hurry…go and have a look!”

The reporter didn't want to move, but a zombie with blood-red muscle fibers walked towards him.

"what!"

He was so scared that he screamed, crawled to the camera and started fiddling with it.

"Keke...yes!"

"Very good." Alecom stroked the scepter in his hand and pretended to be calm: "Turn on the camera and notify the TV station to broadcast the scene here live."

If you look closely at the muscles in his hands, you can see obvious trembling. It is obvious that all this is still a bit difficult for a sixteen-year-old boy.

But there is a beast hidden in everyone's heart, especially an abused teenager like Alekom, who will either collapse and commit suicide, or explode and become a bloodthirsty demon.

Now the evil ghost has come to the world and will bare his ferocious fangs to those who once bullied him.

The reporter adjusted the camera and pointed it at Arekom.

The TV stations had already received the news, and the news vultures, desperate for ratings, hesitated for only a second before starting to broadcast this emergency.

"Americans, the Indian warriors are about to return to the world, please clean your heads and wait for us to pry them open."

The still immature voice spread across the United States along the radio waves.

The descendants of Anglo-Saxon pirates looked at the Indian boy on the screen and the blood-sucking zombies around him that were obviously not human with horrified expressions.

"The undead, the Indian undead are coming back!"

"The brutal and bloody Indians are about to massacre the elegant and noble gentlemen again."

Chapter 316: Anger and Fear of the White-skinned “Elite Eagles”

The reappearance of Indian ghosts caused an uproar in American society.

"Damn it, how can they come back?"

"Don't even think about taking our home away from us!"

"Humph, they are just a bunch of dead barbarians. Since they dare to come back, let's kill them again!"

Those who have these ideas are all American "eagles" who have studied history. As for those uneducated guys who have been deceived by happy education for many years, they have no sympathy for the Indians.

"Oh my God, the brutal Indians are back!"

"Damn the government, didn't they say they would protect the citizens?"

"It's actually the undead. It looks so scary."

"I have never seen a ghost in my life. If I could take a picture with them and post it on Twitter, I would definitely gain a lot of followers."

……

This group of brainwashed guys have long accepted the labels such as "bloody", "brutal", "barbaric" and "backward" that the American high-level officials have attached to the Indians. They firmly believe that the "westward movement" of North American immigrants in the past was an improvement of civilization over barbarism, an innovation that promoted the progress of civilization in the American continent, and a salvation of the native Indians by gentlemen from Europe.

Look, how well those chiefs who have integrated into civilized society live?

They have fully enjoyed the fruits of advanced civilization.

As for the ordinary Indians who died in the process...are they considered human beings? They are just uncivilized beasts, okay?