One Piece's Strongest Ice Dragon

In the air, an invisible force let out a low cry, and all the living people felt the creepy danger.But before they had time to escape, the fluctuation had already spread to the entire audience.

puff puff!

One soldier after another fell on the ice, rolling around in pain, or curled up into a ball.

"Uh...I...can't...breathe!"

"Okay... so uncomfortable!"

"Help! Help...help me!"

Streaks of miserable green mist emerged from their facial features, and a figure in the shape of a skeleton appeared on their chests.

Jiaka's long knife still fell on Crocodile's shoulder, but he had no strength left to swing the old man who had followed him for decades. After a slight bump, he let go of the hilt weakly and let it slip. on the ground.

Nausea, vomiting, dizziness, body cold and fever, and being unable to exert energy, these are symptoms that only appear when you are seriously ill, but in that instant, all the living people present have become like this. look.

Relying on the strong physical body of the animal fruit, Jaca did not fall into pain like the others. He tried to maintain his sanity, knelt on the ground and raised his head with difficulty, staring at Crocodile angrily.

"What have you done to us!"

"It's just a little plague... Don't worry, if the treatment is timely, people will not die." Crocodile smiled, squatted down and exhaled an unfiltered smoke ring, and hit Jia card face.

"I was just ordered to come here to find someone. If you don't want your people to die in vain, I advise you not to bother me."

"Looking for someone?"

Jiaka was panting heavily, and the cold sweat on his forehead had already blurred his vision: "This is the tomb of the marines! If you dare to do something here, aren't you afraid that Loya will trouble you?!"

Up to now, Jaca can only move out the ice dragon Loya who was declared to have defected from the navy, hoping that his name will make Crocodile feel afraid.

But he guessed wrong...

Crocodile wandered slowly on the ice, and suddenly smiled and looked at the ice under his feet: "Loya? Are you talking about my master?"

"Owner!!!"

Gaca looked at Crocodile in horror, suddenly felt that the sky was dark, and he fell heavily to the ground.He had already held on for a long time, and the rest of them lost consciousness and fell into a coma long before he asked questions.

"Yes, that's right, it's the 'Master'..."

Crocodile muttered these two words, without even looking at the unconscious Jaca.Then, he pulled out the large skull sword with a decorative effect greater than its actual meaning from his back, and thrust it heavily into the ice layer.

"Stand up, slaves! Fight for your master!"

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In order to solve the problem of insufficient combat power in the mid-range of the undead army, Loya has considered many methods, but no matter how he thinks, he can't find a place that can expand the number of undead army on a large scale.Moreover, if the resurrected undead were not strong enough in life, no matter how much power he used to transform them, they would not be able to exert their due value.

Until one day Crocodile told him that there were still many pirates in the icebergs that were buried together with the navy soldiers before.

The country of Alabasta is of great significance to Crocodile, so he paid a little more attention to the information after the war in Alabasta.

This sentence reminded Loya that although the number of pirates captured by the navy last year was huge, there were also a lot of pirates who died on that battlefield.And in terms of strength alone, it far exceeds the average level on the great route.

For example, Bailey, the great pirate whose leg was torn off by him and who was about to be taken back alive to execute Liwei, put an end to his pirate career in the subsequent battle.

Well, Bailey, a generation of great pirates, died in the melee that broke out between pirates, and was even shot in the head with a musket by an insignificant low-level handyman.

But for the undead army, whether they have a head is actually not a big problem.They are not the zombies in zombie movies, and they have no fatal weakness except the soul.

So Loya made up his mind, and Crocodile went to sea this time.

Of course, Crocodile does not have the power to directly resurrect the dead, nor is he here to be a porter.The reason why he doesn't like to carry the big skeleton sword that gets in the way is because Loya imprinted the power of resurrecting the undead on this big sword.

And it's not a one-time item. If the magic power inside is exhausted, it can be reused after taking it back to let Loya recharge it. It is environmentally friendly and hygienic, and does not pollute the environment.

And at critical moments, Crocodile can rely on the undead magic inside to recover from injuries and burst out. It is definitely a must-have artifact for home travel, murder and arson!

That's the shape, it would be great if it could be made into the shape of a scorpion's poisonous hook...

The soldiers of the Union Army who had fainted could not see the next scene, but the undead soldiers brought by Crocodile could see clearly.

After Crocodile's big sword was inserted, nothing happened in the first few seconds, but then, a violent vibration came out, and the sea around the iceberg kept rolling in this terrifying vibration, lapping and turning. A circle of waves quickly formed and spread far away.

Then......

Click!

A stiff, frozen pale and purple palm broke through the ice and clasped heavily on the ice.With this point of leverage, the owner of the palm quickly crawled out from under the ice.

"Uh uh... ah!"

With disheveled hair and bloodless face, this undead crawled back from hell, looked up at the sun in the sky, and roared hoarsely.

The roar of the undead was not loud, but this scene was enough to make the soldiers who were already dead feel terrified...if they still had that organ.

"Welcome to join us... Ulysses, Blood Count!"

Crocodile took back the big sword with a smile and put it on his back: "Master has been waiting for you for a long time!"

It is a novel experience to be able to speak without breathing. Hearing Crocodile's words, the resurrected Ulysses tried several times before letting his dry throat make a sound that others could understand.

"Owner?"

"Yes Master!"

Crocodile waved his coat, opened his hands as if embracing something, and his eyes were full of enthusiasm: "Give you, the masters of the second life!"