Gangdor

* Waterflower
* Tiramisu
* Olar
* Crimson Empire Warriors

**Secondary**

* Phaser Repersie
* Zangru Baruch
* Zendrall
* Kellac

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**Gangdor** is one of Richard Archeron's core followers. He is the general commander of the Crimson Dukedom armies, and Richard's right-hand when it comes to war. Along with Waterflower, he was recruited in the Archeron death camps.

He was responsible for overseeing Faelor with Olar for dozens of years in Faelor time. After the Reaper War, he stays in the Archeron Family's lands.

## Description

Gangdor appears to be a very tall and wide man, showing his giant heritage. He is deemed as a brute due to his muscular stature and energetic appeal. He likes to keep his head bald even during his early stay in Faelor. Growing older, he regularly shaves off his head until it becomes shiny and bald. He even lets his subordinates cut off his hair whenever it grows long enough before a battle.

## Personality

He is very energetic and hardy especially before a long battle. He typically wields a giant axe that regularly goes "hungry" whenever their is no battle. Gangdor lives to fight. He is not known to be a great tactician, but his enthusiasm for was and genuine friendship makes him a great general. He is eager to prove his worth, and losses do not stop his aspirations.

Dozens of years later, he becomes a responsible leader but still regularly enters the front of the battlefield to lead his troops. He often drinks with his soldiers and plays games. His closeness to his men could be seen when he allows them to shave his head and "appreciate their reflection".

This was something Richard appreciated in the brute; he didn’t understand everything, but he made sure to ask questions without feeling embarrassed.

## Plot

Gangdor was admittedly smarter than it seemed. His natural ability at command and his courage had won them some battles that pure rationality never could. The battle with Salwyn had been much worse than the fellow made it seem; if he hadn’t personally fended off five of Salwyn’s generals while rushing over to the prince like a psychotic killer, the Iron Triangle Empire’s sturdy army would have engulfed and kill them all. However, none of it would have been possible without his spells constantly being poured into the troops to assist them as much as possible.

his saint ability being an enhanced version of Gaia’s Force. [6;8]

After the war with Raymond Jospeh, Gangdor finally reached level 15 himself, which in addition to some rune upgrades and his epic-grade axe put him on the level of a standard rune knight from Norland. Although he didn’t qualify to become a noble yet, he would have some status.

A year of training had pushed him, the ogre, and Waterflower all to level 17, only one step away from becoming saints. However, their sheer experience at this point alongside their runes made them more powerful than most level 18s as well.

### **Catching Up**

“It was so much easier back then, Boss!” the brute said as they walked between the tents, “We didn’t have to think about anything, just chop up everyone in front of us. Look, I haven’t grown much in years, now I can’t even put up a fight against Waterflower. When we were back in the death camp, I managed to get her out of trouble a few times.”

Richard sighed, “True, commanding troops takes too much effort. But who else can I trust?”

“Olar isn’t too bad. He’s not the best general, but he has enough tricks to maintain it.”

“He isn’t a saint yet, and it doesn’t look like he’ll become one soon. If I leave him in charge of Faelor, do you think he’ll be able to control your generals?”

“I’ll beat up anyone who dares to disobey him!”

“Hehe, see? You’re proving my point. Don’t you use your fists to suppress dissenters?”

“That’s not true!” Gangdor answered hastily, “I’ve won respect with my victories!”

Richard shook his head, “Everyone is scared of that place, but you can’t wait to go there.”

Gangdor wiped his head, “Boss, we’re people who survived the death camp, why would we be scared of dying on the battlefield? You don’t know, but Waterflower always complains that she wants to go back to the battlefield of despair; it’s so boring following you around. We don’t even get to fight for long!

### **Reaper War**

The reaper forces were reinforced every minute, but Gangdor’s troops received no such support. His soldiers were all experienced warriors that were worthy of being considered elite, but more than half of them were already dead and more were falling by the minute. The brute waved his giant axe and slashed three attackers in half, but even as he let out a grunt his eyes were drawn to a corner of the battlefield. Hundreds of corpses were being dragged over by beetle-like machines, their armour peeled before the flesh was cut and compressed into cubes. The machines even had some sort of film they used to cover these cubes and maintain their form!

Every incoming transport ship was filled with cubes of flesh before returning, leaving only a bloody puddle where the warriors had been. Not even half a bone was wasted; the beetles were processing it all before the battle was even done!

Two flesh warriors dragged a bulky corpse to the processing site, a bald head catching Gangdor’s eyes. That man was his best friend in the army!

“FUCK YOU ALL!” the brute’s eyes went red as he charged towards the fallen general, slashing apart anything in his way. The flesh warriors seemed to give up on their original targets and jump at him in droves, but he turned into a whirlwind that sliced them all apart. Its glow was starting to dim, but his legendary armour still managed to deflect most of the attacks.

Gangdor was like a lion caught amongst a pack of wolves. He dished out far more damage than he took, but every step forward was growing more and more challenging.

“Break out immediately, run south!” Richard’s voice suddenly rang out in his consciousness. However, the brute’s eyes only flashed with bloodlust at the sight of thousands of corpses being processed, his hands trembling with sheer rage at the disrespect. For the first time in what might have been forever, he defied orders and continued to attack, roaring thunderously as he trampled the flesh warriors he killed.

At some point, his legendary armour started to crumble. One portion on the back was torn away by a leaping flesh warrior, giving an opportunity for multiple energy beams to brand his back. The warrior than thrush a sword into his body with all its strength, but even amidst an anguished cry he flipped the thing around and smashed its head with his axe.

“GANGDOR! BREAK OUT, HEAD SOUTH IMMEDIATELY!” Richard’s voice rang once more, this time much more strict. An ancient contract that had almost been forgotten burnt in the strongman’s mind, compelling him to follow orders with a splitting headache.

However, the bald man looked at the slaughterhouse nearby and only growled louder, “BOSS, LET ME SCREW THESE SONS OF BITCHES!”

Gangdor rushed towards the processing centre with a roar, but hundreds of flesh warriors swarmed and pinned him down. The violent headache was replaced by sharp physical pain, but his aura burst forth to the fullest as he stood up and sent them all flying. The legendary armour finally disintegrated, flying in all directions from the eruption, but even as that explosion killed a number of enemies even more took their place.

The brute panted and looked around, only to discover that he was the last one left standing on the battlefield. His twenty rune knights, half-dozen generals, the shadowspears… they were all gone. He staggered for a moment, drawing a deep breath of cold air.

However, he still continued towards the slaughterhouse, towards the tens of thousands of reapers ahead. The northern army was destroyed, and he planned to follow the brothers he had fought with for more than a decade. Any number of enemies he could kill was good enough.

Two lines of black suddenly streaked across the sky, eye-catching lightning blinding everyone present. The smallest warplanes suddenly crashed to the ground, while many larger ones even emitted green smoke and started flying away. A figure no smaller than Gangdor dropped from the sky, heavy shield crashing into the ground and sending dozens of flesh warriors flying.

“His Excellency sent me to retrieve you,” the man turned around, revealing a face Gangdor recognised to belong to a legendary warrior called Ironshield. He wanted to say something, but the moment he relaxed his vision suddenly went black and he fell to the ground.

## Runes

* Eruption

He’s a level 10 warrior with the bloodline of giants, having awakened Gaia’s Force. When it’s activated, it greatly increases his strength and defense. He’s one of the best candidates.[1;111]

accepted a slave contract

Catchphrase: "My axe can't handle the hunger"

Gangdor subconsciously clenched his buttocks as he heard this voice behind him, clearly terrified of Waterflower’s presence. He realised his mistake immediately, but before he could react he felt an icy sensation travelling down his backbone.

In a true battle, that one attack would have destroyed his spine.

Multiple nimble bodies shot out of the barracks to try and help fend off the attacker, the rune knights that Richard had stationed in Faelor. However, the moment they saw that it was Waterflower chasing Gangdor, they immediately froze in place and gave way. They had immense respect for the brute, sure, but that couldn’t compare to how much they were terrified of Waterflower. 6;7

rune knights retreated, appreciating just how powerful they had become. Each one was at least level 15, and their movements alone revealed their imposing powers. However, Waterflower had beaten so many of them up that they wouldn’t dare to move a muscle in her presence. It was one thing to get beaten up by Gangdor and Tiramisu, one could just blame that on the difference in physiology, but this seemingly fragile girl only held back her strength in so much as she wouldn’t kill or maim them. There was no glory to be had in her preferred method of punishment.

Ever since Gangdor had become a saint, his strength in battle had skyrocketed. However, looking at how he was squeaking as he ran from Waterflower, it was obvious just how strong she had become. The rune knights gasped, dropping out of the sky and freezing as they pretended to see nothing.

## **Saint ability**

His saint ability being an enhanced version of Gaia’s Force.

An entire year had passed for most of his followers, but they still remained at level 17 and were trying to polish their skills and bloodlines as per his request. Gangdor, Tiramisu, Io, and Olar were still guarding Faelor. With a constant stream of powerful equipment from Norland, the Crimson Dukedom had pushed hundreds of kilometres into the barbarian plains, and there had been constant conflicts with the Iron Triangle Empire as well.

While Richard had spent three years in the Land of Dusk, four years had already passed in Faelor. Gangdor had become a saint two years ago, his saint ability being an enhanced version of Gaia’s Force. The brute could now boost his strength and defence during battle; a simple ability, but a practical one. 6;8

Richard’s followers hadn’t stopped advancing as he did either. Gangdor was already a saint, while Kellac and Zendrall had hit level 16. Tiramisu had advanced once more only a year ago, and was now a terrifying level 19. Only Phaser and Olar were left, both stuck at level 17, but the difference was that Olar was limited by talent and his choice of being both an archer and bard while Phaser was actually using the broodmother’s help to suppress her growth. The broodmother could implant a number of abilities directly into her body to boost the saint ability she would get, but that needed level 10. 6;9

The legendary set was extremely powerful defensively, but wearing it was a hassle and the helmet made him want to cut his own head off at times.

## Military

Having been stationed in Faelor all this while, the hunk was in his thirties. Although he still behaved like a hot-headed youth when they were together, he had a knack for governance and leadership that made him an irreplaceable right arm.

“MY AXE CAN’T HANDLE THE HUNGER ANYMORE!”

This sound caused many of the imperial generals to shiver. This warcry had brought nightmares to so many imperial soldiers in the past years; outside of Richard and Andrieka, Gangdor was the third commander to have defeated Salwyn in battle.

However, this time Gangdor wasn’t leading any troops. Just like any ordinary powerhouse, he was whirling his axe around as he advanced through the battlefield, glistening head noticeable from far away. He was right in the centre of the imperial formation in the blink of an eye, cutting down enemy after enemy without pause.

## Trivia

* Gangdor and Richard had built a powerful bond over their time in Faust. He had followed Richard for a long time, and knew the meaning behind all of his master’s subconscious movements. Touching the moustache was an indication of killing intent.

## References

1. ↑ 7;62
2. ↑ Book 6, Chapter 10
3. ↑ Book 7, Chapter 168
4. ↑ Book 9, Chapter 28
5. ↑ Book 7, Chapter 81
6. ↑ Book 3, Chapter 130