Batista

"I'll kill them with my own hands!"

Orton had made up his mind. He couldn't wait to tear them apart.

"Your Highness."

By addressing Hades that way, Orton made it clear he had decided to submit to him and become his subordinate.

Hades was no ordinary man. "Your Highness" was what Titan called him, and the title had since spread.

Just as the Navy had given Hades the wanted epithet "Son of Death."

"Son of Death" referred directly to Hades's power and his identity as Jaeger's Son.

So why not "Son of the Grim Reaper"?

Everyone knew "God" was a forbidden word to the World Government. Only the Celestial Dragons were Descendants of God.

"I look forward to working with you."

Hades was delighted.

Randy Orton was the first Pirate he had recruited himself.

Karthus had largely come to him because of his father, but Hades had won Randy Orton over entirely through his own strength.

Hades's attitude also put Randy Orton at ease. He wasn't nearly as arrogant as Orton had imagined.

He was very different from the Hades Orton had seen before.

"Could I join you too?"

A somewhat gruff voice sounded from nearby.

They turned to see a Pirate five meters tall, his powerful, muscular upper body bare.

His fierce face made him look dangerous, though to Hades and Titan, he was nothing special.

"Batista?"

Randy Orton was surprised to see him and called out his name.

"Oh! You two know each other?"

Hades was curious. In fact, he had recognized the Pirate who had stepped forward.

Dave Batista had a bounty of sixty million Beli, somewhat lower than Orton's. He was another young Pirate Hades had his eye on.

But Hades had been focused on Orton earlier and hadn't noticed Batista was there.

Randy Orton had