Osiris had already taken care of all matters on the Cyberpunk World side.
The wasteland workshop was left under Morris' care, and Maine's crew gained autonomy, responsible for maintaining the team's presence in the city and collecting necessary resources to avoid dependence on the workshop.
According to the latest assessment, all factions are relatively well-behaved at present, and no major conflicts are expected in the short term.
After confirming that the temporary base could operate normally, Osiris began to focus his efforts on preparing for the dimensional teleporter.
This return to the Warhammer Universe had two clear goals: to complete the Sage promotion process and, by extension, to secure command of the forge ship, laying a solid foundation for future development.
Osiris stood before the main control console of the dimensional teleporter, his dark red mechanical body appearing like a sculpture under the glow of the eerie blue light.
Intricate data flowed through his optical lenses, clearly displaying the constantly changing energy parameters before him.
This teleportation was completely different from the previous transport of Maine's crew.
He not only had to traverse dimensions himself but also had to bring the entire dimensional teleporter with him.
This was far from a simple item transfer; the dimensional teleporter itself was a precise energy system. It needed to maintain its stability during the traversal process while also ensuring a precise connection to the destination coordinates.
The energy and control precision required for the entire process far exceeded anything before.
Several nimble mechanical tentacles slowly extended from beneath his robe sleeves, precisely connecting to multiple interfaces on the control console.
He directly intervened in the energy distribution system, carefully adjusting each resonance parameter.
Commands were entered alternately in binary and a low, traditional language, precisely controlling the curve and stability of the energy output.
As energy continuously converged, the lights at the top of the workshop noticeably dimmed, while the light in the core area of the dimensional teleporter became increasingly dazzling.
Within that twisted, eerie blue light, the spatial structure could faintly be seen undergoing violent changes.
"Initiate collaborative teleportation protocol. Set the dimensional teleporter unit as the primary coordinate, and bind it deeply with the operator's life signal." Osiris' steady synthetic voice was exceptionally clear amidst the roar of the equipment, serving as both an instruction to the nearby servo-skull and a confirmation to his own core consciousness.
When the final confirmation command was entered, a strong energy fluctuation instantly swept through the entire workshop.
Tiny electric sparks erupted in the air, and the pungent smell of ozone permeated the atmosphere.
Immediately after, an irresistible force acted simultaneously on Osiris and the dimensional teleporter device.
His vision was completely swallowed by the distorted light stream; all his senses ceased to function at that moment.
Unlike the extreme experience described by Maine's crew members, where consciousness and body were completely shattered and then forcibly reassembled, Osiris' traversal experience this time was distinctly different.
The moment the dimensional rift swallowed him, he clearly perceived a powerful force acting on his mechanical body and internal energy field.
It was not a pulverizing impact, but a tearing sensation, attempting to stretch and twist his very existence.
If this force were to act on ordinary organisms or conventional metal structures, it would be enough to cause irreversible damage.
However, just as this spatial pressure continued to act, the dimensional teleporter he carried with him reacted.
The core unit within the device emitted a unique resonance, and a faint energy field rapidly expanded, enveloping him.
This energy field did not rigidly resist the external tearing but rather guided and dispersed the forces in an ingenious way, like a ship's bow cleverly parting water.
The initially intense tearing sensation quickly diminished, transforming into a continuous but tolerable systemic pressure.
In his sensor monitoring, the surrounding spatial coordinates were still violently shifting, and the turbulence of high-dimensional energy constantly washed over the protective field, but the actual load on his body and the dimensional teleporter structure was far below the critical value estimated by the system.
The entire traversal process lasted approximately 7.3 seconds.
When the surrounding distorted light and shadows gradually subsided and the structure of reality solidified again, he stood firmly in the familiar ancient ruin cave of the Warhammer Universe.
Beneath his feet was a teleportation platform inscribed with ancient patterns, and the air was mixed with the scent of holy oil and ancient rock—this was the familiar smell of this world.
The sound of teleportation completion echoed in the cave, and Osiris' synthetic voice broke the surrounding silence: "Coordinates confirmed, Death World, main teleportation zone of the ruins."
He first assessed his own condition.
His mechanical limbs moved freely, the system ran smoothly, and energy readings remained within the normal range.
Next, he turned his attention to the dimensional teleporter that had been transported with him.
After activating the self-check program, green indicator lights, signifying normal operation, lit up sequentially on the control panel, confirming that the device had not been damaged during the teleportation process.
After confirming the basic status was correct, he began to retrieve the detailed records of the recent teleportation process.
The data clearly showed that in the initial phase of traversal, the spatial pressure had at one point approached dangerous levels, but it was quickly stabilized by the energy field generated by the dimensional teleporter itself.
The effect of this protection mechanism was quite significant, making the entire teleportation process smoother than his initial estimates.
"It seems that when the dimensional teleporter actively traverses, it automatically protects the units bound to it," he noted this discovery in his experimental log, marking it as a key project requiring further research.
This discovery made him even more certain that the value of this ruin and the dimensional teleporter within it was far more than just a simple portal.
It likely possessed more capabilities that he had yet to uncover.
This realization gave him new thoughts on his subsequent research plans.
In addition to completing the promotion matters, he needed to schedule time for a more in-depth investigation of this ruin.
More secrets about interdimensional travel might be hidden within this ancient facility.
As Osiris completed his system self-check, a rhythmic metallic footsteps sound came from the direction of the passage. He looked up to see Sekhmet's familiar figure appear at the entrance.
She was clad in dark red armor, her tall figure particularly striking under the cave's lights, with a servo-skull silently hovering behind her.
About ten meters from the teleportation platform, Sekhmet stopped, her right fist steadily striking her chest plate, performing a standard Adeptus Mechanicus salute.
"Welcome back, Priest," Sekhmet's soft voice carried respect.
Osiris nodded slightly in response, his gaze sweeping over Sekhmet to survey the entire interior environment of the cave.
"Report the base's current status and any major changes during my absence," his voice was steady, carrying his usual pragmatic attitude.
Sekhmet maintained a standard posture and began her report.
Osiris listened quietly, while simultaneously verifying the information through his own sensors.