To make up for the lack of mid-tier fighters in the Undead Legion, Loa had considered plenty of options. But no matter how he thought about it, he could not find a place where he could expand the Undead Legion on a large scale. And if the undead had been too weak in life, no amount of power he spent remaking them would make them worth the effort.
Then one day, Crocodile reminded him that plenty of pirates had been buried in those icebergs alongside the Marines.
Alabasta meant a great deal to Crocodile, so he had paid a little extra attention to news about the aftermath of the battle there.
That reminder made Loa think. The Marines had captured a vast number of pirates last year, but plenty had also died on that battlefield. In terms of strength alone, they had been far above the Grand Line average.
Take the infamous pirate Beli. Loa had torn off his leg and planned to bring him back alive for a public execution, but Beli's pirate career had ended in the fighting that followed.
Yes, the great pirate Beli had died in the melee that broke out among the pirates afterward. A lowly deckhand who barely mattered had shot him in the head with a musket.
But for the Undead Legion, having a head was hardly essential. They were not zombies from a movie. Apart from their souls, they had no fatal weakness.
So Loa made up his mind, and Crocodile set out to sea.
Of course, Crocodile had no power to raise the dead himself, and he was not there to haul corpses. The reason he had to carry that cumbersome skeletal greatsword, much as he disliked it, was that Loa had inscribed the power to raise the Undead into its