He tried operating the Krakka Teleporter in his Power Armor. There was indeed spacetime turbulence here, and the dimensional data was extremely unstable. Teleportation was possible, but without coordinates, the risk was enormous.
Not every dimension could support life. Making a blind jump under these circumstances was practically suicide.
Cheng Mingrui rubbed his bald head and started thinking. He had already accepted his identity as Mork's chosen. Whenever he put his mind to it, ideas came to him.
He also considered himself the Orks' king of ideas.
Dimensions overlapped in countless layers, and no being could master them all. Each dimension could be considered a new world, and anyone who mastered one could be called a god in religious terms.
The Warp and the Webway were both forms of dimensional space. The Necrons had also mastered this technology, and some of the C'tan they had defeated were locked away in dimensional prisons.
In theory, any being locked in a dimensional prison could never escape on their own.
But was Cheng Mingrui an ordinary person by any theoretical standard? He was Mork's chosen, an Ork Big Mek who could actively transmit Ork Logic. His knowledge was far beyond average.
Magnetism was both Cheng Mingrui's weapon and his tool. He removed several Cogitator Templates and metal components from his Power Armour.
Using his hands to control the magnetic force, Cheng Mingrui connected the Cogitator Templates in parallel, briefly increasing their processing power at the cost of drastically shortening their lifespan.
Everything in the universe consisted of waves, all vibrating constantly. Spatial teleportation technology amounted to hitching a ride on a wave heading in the right direction.
There were three steps: find a boat, board it, and get off. It followed the same logic as putting an elephant in a refrigerator.
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