Description

Living bulwarks of empire: the Ankylosaurus, its armored hide riveted with iron plating and crowned with the steel-wrought cannons of His Majesty’s artillery corps. Once a beast of the primordial earth, it now marches beneath the banners of the redcoats, its tail club sheathed in bronze and its back bristling with black-powder firepower. The ground quakes with each deliberate step, a living fortress dragged from prehistory and pressed into the service of imperial conquest. Upon its broad back, gunners stand resolute, red coats snapping in the acrid wind of smoke and shot. They load and fire with precision, their ordnance thundering across the battlefield from the most unassailable bastion that nature and industry could conceive. Where their armoured tanks advance, there is no retreat, for its armored bulk and roaring guns crush both stone and mortal foe alike. Neither beast nor engine alone, it is the union of flesh and forge, the Crown’s own Leviathan of war, and in its shadow, empires tremble.