According to the plan, the four groups were made. These groups will protect the base from four sides.

Andrew was chosen as the head of group 1 to protect the north side.

"Sir, we have detected some movement." One of the team leaders of the Association reported. His name was Mord.

"It seems like they are finally making their move." Andrew's voice was tense as he held his walkie-talkie.

'Yes, it is likely.' Lucien, who was in charge of protecting the east, said through the walkie-talkie.

"Hey, Lucien, let's see who finishes them first." Andrew suggested.

'Sure.' Lucien agreed.

"Okay. Everyone, get ready." Andrew put down his walkie-talkie and said to his group members.

He stood up and moved forward, seeing many players coming towards them.

"Those are uniforms of the Beast Guild and the Mage Tower." Mord recognized.

"Yes. It seems like they've collaborated with the Demon Guild." Andrew said.

"What should we do then?"

"What we were supposed to do. Let's finish them." Andrew said.

Andrew withdrew his sword from his sheath and with a sudden burst of energy, a wave of sword aura cut down the frontline of the upcoming enemies.

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"What happened?" A member couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"As expected of vice director." Mord said as he proudly looked at Andrew slaughtering the enemies.

"Sir, can you tell me what happened?"

"Oh, you don't know how the Vice Director's power works, right?"

The member shook his head.

"Okay. Listen carefully. As you know, swordsmen who are at the top level can manifest aura. The Vice Director can compress his aura to attack enemies even at further distances."

The players who survived the initial attack were stunned by the sheer power of Andrew. They tried to retaliate with their spells and weapons, but they were no match for Andrew's speed and skill.

Andrew dashed through the battlefield, slashing and stabbing his opponents with precise and lethal strikes. His sword glowed with a crimson light, leaving a trail of blood and corpses behind him.

He dodged the fireballs and lightning bolts that flew towards him, using his aura to deflect or absorb them. He parried the blows of the swordsmen and axemen, breaking their weapons and bones with his superior strength.

He smiled coldly as he saw the fear and despair in the eyes of his enemies. He enjoyed the thrill of the fight, the adrenaline that coursed through his veins, and the satisfaction of killing his foes.

He was a monster, a killing machine, a nightmare for anyone who dared to oppose him.

Mord watched in awe as he followed Andrew's lead, fighting alongside his group members. He felt proud to be under his command, to witness his glory, and to share his victory.

He knew that Andrew was not only a powerful swordsman, but also a brilliant strategist and a charismatic leader.

The clash of swords and the crackling sounds of magic echoed across the battlefield as the two forces collided. But it was clear who had the upper hand, who had the advantage, and who would emerge victorious.

"It seems it will be over quicker than we thought." The member said, wiping the sweat and blood from his forehead.

"Yes. I also think so." Mord also agreed, scanning the field for any remaining enemies.

But on the other hand, Andrew stopped and looked ahead. He sensed a powerful presence hiding in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.

"Now why don't you come?" Andrew shouted, his voice full of confidence and challenge.

But nothing happened. There was only silence and tension in the air.

"How long are you going to see your troops getting killed? Or are you perhaps scared?" He taunted, hoping to provoke his hidden foe.

"You are gravely mistaken if you think that." An elderly man came out of the shadows, walking slowly and calmly towards Andrew.

The elderly man looked harmless, with his white hair, beard, and robes. But he possessed a deadly aura around him, one that made the air feel heavy and oppressive.

"Oh, so it's you." Andrew quickly recognized him, his eyes narrowing in anger and contempt.

"Sir, who is he?" The member asked, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"Raon, the guildmaster of the Beast Guild." Mord said, his voice low and serious.

"What?" The member was shocked as he had heard the rumours regarding him. He was said to be a master of katana. He was also known for his cruelty and ambition, willing to do anything to achieve his goals.

He was one of the most feared and respected figures in the world, and he was now facing Andrew, the Vice Director of the Association.