Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

You have thirty seconds to give your last words.

"When the slaves who built the pyramids want one of their own, they band together and build another one. Do you think Normartin's network of connections in Hermuel alone would have allowed you to get here so easily?"

"This city is too important, so everyone has at least two identities, monitoring each other, framing each other, and cooperating with each other."

"However, since you're not giving me much time, I won't say anything more."

"But Morty, have you thought about that?"

"If a deity possesses humanity, can it still be a god?"

"God doesn't need humanity; it only needs divinity."

boom! ! !

When the thirty seconds were up, Morty pulled the trigger without hesitation, sending the director of the Divine Department, who had been in charge for decades, to his death with a shotgun-sized bullet.

Even though Morty sensed something else in what he had just said.

But Morty still didn't ask any further questions.

A thirst for knowledge is very important.

But it is equally important to cause chaos and expose the shadowy group.

After killing the opponent like stepping on a cockroach, Morty put away his gun and turned around. He saw Tzeentch lying on the ground with a laser knife stuck in his chest, and his hand clutching the severed arm of someone who had already escaped.

"What's going on!"

"He stabbed me! Fuck! Help me!"

Seeing that this had become a burden to him, Morty instinctively wanted to run away, but after taking a few steps, he stopped.

The director's last, profound words echoed in his mind.

Humanity or divinity?

Morty's expression suddenly turned ferocious as he angrily looked to his left rear.

The headless corpse was sitting in the chair, seemingly mocking itself silently.

Even if you possess immense power, if you never know yourself and how to face everything, you will always lose.

Because you have no stance, no faith, and no sense of self.

You're just a biting dog that Rick raised.

He tells you to kill someone, so you do it.

Do whatever he tells you to do.

The resistance you show in front of him is just a small act of defiance from time to time after you gradually give in, a warning to him not to go too far, like a small dog threatening a Tibetan mastiff.

To be a human being, or a god?

When C137 came after him last time, Morty, who had decisively sold Beth out, pulled his gaze away from the warden's corpse and, to Tzeentch's incredulous look, helped him up.

"I...I didn't expect you to save me..."

Tzeentch was just trying it out, but I never expected a miracle to actually happen!

As a product of Morty's subconscious, he knew all too well what kind of person his main consciousness was.

Perhaps even my grandfather didn't understand him as well as I did.

Now Morty has stepped in to save lives.

Unbelievable!

This guy actually offered a helping hand to someone!

Sensing what Tzeentch was thinking, Morty rolled his eyes at him, said nothing, and helped him up to walk outside.

Although his abilities may not have reached the level of those transmigrators who have cheat codes.

But his ability to protect himself is no less than anyone else's; in fact, it can be said that he is even more cold-blooded and rational.

No one is exempt from sacrifice except oneself.

I'll do anything as long as I can survive!

Reaching out to save this annoying guy now essentially means that Morty is heading down a path he never imagined.

There are two extreme examples before us: Evil Morty and C137 Morty.

What choice should I make?

Is it like the former, ruthless and cruel, willing to do anything to achieve their goals, even more so than the transmigrator?

Or perhaps like the latter, loyal to Rick, never leaving him, always a devoted follower, forever...

fart!

Neither of these examples represents the optimal route!

I've already survived twice, why do I have to act like a diode and try to solve a problem with only two choices?

I'm going to create my own options!

Thinking of this, Morty, whose heart was filled with boundless fighting spirit, and who had also let go of certain things, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He patted Tzeentch on the shoulder with a powerful palm.

"Xiao Qi, no matter how much we hated each other before, we're now in deep danger, and even after we escape, we must always be careful of others..."

It's unclear what suddenly got into this guy, but he wanted to have a classic scene of male friendship, like enemies on the front lines and friends behind the scenes.

With a laser scalpel piercing his chest, Tzeentch, who had endured the pain with his bare body, burst into tears and screamed in despair.

"Big brother!! Can't you see the light outside the door, or hear the shouts from outside?! We need to find a way to run!!! They've surrounded us!!!"

"Um... I know, but this ritualistic bond between men still needs to be followed."

"..."

If he weren't limited in distance, Tzeentch would have slapped Morty across the face right now and run away.

What the hell is going on...?

You also want a sense of ritual...

If you want a sense of ceremony, when we're both hanged, you can ask them to tie a bow on the rope...

Chapter 161 Lifespan

Tzeentch, on the verge of tears, was ultimately forced to hold Morty's hand until they saw the conviction in each other's eyes.

That's how they managed to escape from Morty's clutches.

"Cough cough... I can only hold on for three more hours at most... I'm going to die. What can you do now?"

Tzeentch, who had been placed by Morty to sit against the wall, coughed a few times and began asking if the other had any ideas, and if not...

Anyway, I'll be dead in three hours at most.

You decide for yourself.

When Morty reached the main entrance of the Divine Office, he didn't try to push open the opaque half-glass door. Instead, he groped around the doorway until he found the emergency mechanical lever in the guardhouse. He then pulled the lever, closing all the doors and windows in the entire building at once.

This was something new that Morty learned when he last did something legitimate at that vault.

After all, no matter how much electronic components are upgraded, they will always be delicate and easily damaged. No matter how much protection is added, they will always have a very high probability of failing when exposed to electronic pulses such as EMP.

So, since this is the capital of the Galactic Empire...

Therefore, any important building will inevitably take into account the threat of electron pulses and will inevitably install mechanical devices.

After successfully sealing the door.

Morty decided to avenge Jekyll first.

Use your mind to directly enter the space where your statue is located.

Morty released all the followers he had previously blocked.

A kill order was issued against them.

“Listen up, everyone. I’m Morty. I know I don’t have many cards to play right now, and many of you aren’t planning on following this sect, so I won’t force you to do anything.”

"Whoever can kill the Pope will be the first true god among the Fly People in my divine kingdom, a true god who can break through the fifty-year lifespan and live for five hundred, five thousand, or even fifty thousand years."

"Is this reward enough for your operation?"

Morty sent a 'text message' to all members of the Yellow Stripe Church.

Saladin and his entourage, who had already arrived at the port and even informed the Imperial Ministry of Defense, and were preparing for action, received news that caught them completely off guard.

Suddenly they're going to hunt down the Pope?

Kill him and you'll get a position as a true god?

It could even break through the lifespan limit of the Fly Man!

In an instant, the entire fleet, which had expanded to several thousand warships of various sizes in a short period of time, became collectively excited.

Lifespan! Lifespan! Lifespan!

In this world, there is no race that desires longevity more than the Fly People!

A lifespan of only fifty years!

Even elephants live longer than them!

Countless scientists, like flies, have consumed immeasurable resources in their efforts to extend everyone's lifespan by even a tiny bit, or even just one more day.

But it's still impossible to make any progress!

Now Morty has opened a new door for them!

Extend your lifespan by becoming a god!

Like those gods who witness the rise and fall of countless civilizations throughout their lives, may they endure forever!

"Kill! To live to be a hundred years old!!!"

It's unclear which fleet it was from that shouted the first slogan.