The Infinite and the Divine (Warhammer 40,000)

by Robert Rath

Nothing more dangerous than a bored killer.

Trazyn smiled. Same old Orikan, hostile to any authority, no matter how powerful. He would fist fight the sun if he thought it was telling him what to do.

Necron’s don’t smile, so this has to be read like you are Orikan, able to decipher after millennia of interactions Trazyns intent to smile.

Trees collapsed around it, and Orikan leaned back to see an enormous brachiosaur – tall as a pyramidal stasis-tomb – looming above. On its back sat a mobile battle fortress sculpted from bone, bristling with artillery.

Battle fort Dinosuar.