Clearing an Isekai with the Zero-Believers Goddess

The big black scythe of Bifrons cuts the wind.

There were more than ten metres of distance between Bifrons and us.

There’s no doubt we were outside the attack range.

And yet, I had a bad feeling.

“Evade!” (Johnny)

Johnny-san shouts.

“Makoto-san!” (Anna)

My arm was pulled to a painful extent along with the scream of Anna-san.

The next instant, a black something passed by in front of us.