"Jihahahaha!"
"Those damn gods, get the hell out here!"
Shiki flew into the air, faced north, and roared fiercely at the sky.
His thick golden hair billowed in the wind, and paired with the deep blue Coat of Justice on his body, he looked utterly imposing.
Yet he received no response.
Shiki clicked his tongue in displeasure and cursed, "Did those bastards not hear me, or are they too scared to come out?"
"If they won't come out, then we'll go to them."
Edward Newgate did not seem to care much.
At the same time, he recalled the map he had seen earlier and determined which direction he needed to go.
That was right. They had already divided up their opponents beforehand, lest they start fighting over them later.
"The Gulas Peninsula is southeast of the Gate. Just follow the river called the Loma River."
Edward Newgate quickly determined his bearings.
Without saying anything to the others, he immediately raised Murakumogiri in his hand and broke into a full-speed run.
That was right. According to the intelligence, Omora, likely the strongest god, had been assigned to Whitebeard.
Since Shiki had no interest in competing for him, the decision had been made without any trouble.
Thus, thousands of people watched Edward Newgate's towering back as he left the camp amid thunderous footsteps.
"If that's the case, we should set out as well. I'll leave this place to you!"
Shiki lowered his head and looked at Kuzan, who stood before the Gate with both hands in his pockets, not looking like he was about to enter battle at all.
During their earlier discussion, they had considered the possibility that the enemy might launch a surprise attack on Arnus Hill.
They had therefore decided to leave one person here to guard the place