Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Its capacity is larger than others, and its recovery speed is also stronger than others.

Therefore, Morty's current combat system relies on the power of Cthulhu as a continuous source of mental energy, and by extracting surrounding matter, he generates a constant stream of henchmen to attack the mental masters of others!

Chapter 207 One Against Two?

Old K wasn't the only one who could see through Morty's combat system at a glance.

Both Grandpa and C167 are men who have fought in no fewer than ten thousand battles, big and small, from their youth to old age, and even participated in Star Wars and space wars.

The two men had seen more opponents than Morty II had ever seen.

Therefore, by observing Morty's almost motionless body and Tzeentch's sudden appearance, one can roughly guess the reason.

"It seems our little Morty has already developed considerable fighting power."

"Let me see what my precious grandson has learned over the years."

Realizing that these two old men were actually serious, Morty slowly turned his stiff neck back to look.

I just wanted to intervene and make those two bastards stop fighting!

You two look so excited right now, eager to see just how strong your grandson is.

What exactly does that mean?

I didn't want to fight! I didn't want to fight! I didn't want to fight!

You can see C167 raising his chainsaw blade, and Grandpa taking out a long-range sniper rifle, forming a lineup with one melee fighter and one DPS fighter working together.

Besides knowing he couldn't escape, Morty also suspected that these two old men, who were clearly furious, were deliberately putting on an act by failing to kill each other in three days.

Without time to think, Morty, after letting Tzeentch do as he pleased, would summon Khorne, Slaanesh, and Nurgle from his mental world.

Compared to Tzeentch, who had already taken on a normal human form, these three behemoths occupied one percent of the Mirror City's space the moment they appeared!

Wielding twin blades, the enraged demon, who craves battle above all else, doesn't even need Morty to give him any orders, nor does he need to figure out where he is.

He saw C167 rushing towards him like ants.

He shrunk his size instantly, and clad in heavy black armor, he rose from the ground like lightning, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

The long blade and the iron axe collided in mid-air, creating visible waves and a sound that pierced the eardrums.

"Not bad, an old man actually...fuck!"

Just as he was about to praise C167 for holding his own in close-quarters weapon combat, he saw him throw down his weapon and immediately draw his gun, Khorne, which infuriated him so much that he started cursing loudly.

"Times have changed, young man."

An old-fashioned double-barreled shotgun was pulled from C167's waist. Having been in hell for more than a decade, his concepts and ideas about weapon making still leaned more towards the period before the 1990s.

The gun, equipped with two alloy shotgun shells, fired dozens of shotgun pellets at the front of Khorne's armor in less than 0.1 seconds.

Golden bullets shattered Khorne's armor. The bullets, equipped with secondary scattering devices, fired a second wave of even smaller shrapnel, which, with greater kinetic energy, tore through its skin and entered its body.

Khorne, struck hard, coughed up a mouthful of blood and staggered backward, trying to cover his wounds with his hands, but he couldn't cover them all.

"Looks like their strength is just average."

He gave the C167 a positive review, reloaded the bullets into the double-barreled shotgun, and charged towards Morty again.

If we're going to play seriously, then we should play seriously!

Let's see just how amazing my precious grandson is!

"Then you've misjudged the situation!"

"is it?"

Khorne, who had somehow regained his former power, raised his axe and swung it toward C167's back, but the latter dodged the giant axe with a serpentine movement.

The shotgun barrel was pointed at Khorne's head.

boom! ! !

They fired again, but it didn't achieve the same effect as before.

The golden bullets not only failed to pierce the armor, but instead embedded themselves in the Khorne's mask, adding a layer of starlight called 'gold' to this jet-black armor.

Avoiding the light reflected from the golden bullet, C167 took a sudden step back, his acceleration shoes extending the distance to two hundred meters.

"What, you old brute, aren't you going to keep going with your reckless actions?"

Grandpa's mocking laughter, like a shadow in everyone's heart, always jumps out at the most crucial moment, giving others negative emotions.

C167, who was pondering how to break the deadlock after discovering that Khorne's defense had increased many times over, heard someone make sarcastic remarks.

He immediately got angry.

Looking at that old bastard in the distance, with his hands behind his back, pretending to be a big shot, but without taking any real action.

C167 pointed at the jerk and immediately started cursing, "You're just going to stand there and watch? You're not going to do anything, are you?"

Grandpa, determined to seize the moral high ground, scoffed, "Hands up? What hands up? When did I say I was going to lay a hand on you? I love my precious grandson the most, you hypocrite!"

"Holy crap! Where's your face?! Don't you care?!"

"Oh..."

Seeing C167 turn his gun around and charge at Grandpa again, Morty helplessly told Khorne to quickly stop C167.

The two, who seemed evenly matched, did not immediately fall into a stalemate.

C167 switched from his shotgun to a longsword, fought Khorne for a few rounds, and then immediately pulled out a second longsword.

While less heavy than an iron axe, the double-edged sword makes up for its lack of agility.

The serrations further enhance its lethality.

In addition, they had to switch from knives to guns from time to time.

After several rounds, Khorne was defeated by the close-range combination of swords and spears, and was left looking rather disheveled.

But Khorne was also an extremely vain person.

He certainly wouldn't ask the others for help, because that would be tantamount to admitting that he couldn't even handle this old geezer in front of him.

However, this is not something he can decide on his own.

The most composed of the four, Nurgle, shrunk his body and took out a bell that emitted a pungent odor.

He shook it a few times in the direction of C167.

A patch of mud appeared out of nowhere on the ground.

With his combat instincts at their peak, C167 immediately dodged the muddy ground, but more mud came from all directions.

"Make your move! Slaanesh!"

At Nurgle's command, Slaanesh glared at him, then appeared—a beautiful woman wearing a black helmet with small ram's horns, white curly hair reaching her hips, and layers of armor on her sides.

She rushed to C167 at the speed of light, raised her sexy, long leg high, and slashed it down hard at C167's head.

Sizzle!!

The energy shield that lit up next to Grandpa was actually ripped open by the heel of Slaanesh's high heel!

At this moment, the high heels on Slaanesh's feet were no longer just high heels! They were sharp blades capable of piercing any shield in the world!

Such rapid and terrifying cutting ability made it impossible for Grandpa to maintain a calm expression.

Like C167, he had put a lot of effort into energy shields, so they both knew just how strong each other's energy shields could be.

Who would have thought that this thing would actually have a hole torn open by Slaanesh's attack!

“This is tricky…” C167’s face darkened.

Chapter 208 He's Qualified to Stand Alone

The three evil gods attacked simultaneously.

One was responsible for head-on confrontation, another for roaming and ambushing, and the third for constantly applying debuffs. The close cooperation of the three made C167 almost unable to get up.

While the three were attacking C167, Grandpa took out his sniper rifle again. Deep inside the black, large-caliber barrel, an armor-piercing bullet was already poised to fire.

After seeing Morty's strength, this ultimate weapon will have to be brought out.

Otherwise, how could we do justice to Morty's rare willingness to take action?

He released the safety latch on the gun, adjusted the zoom of the scope, stood up straight, and placed one hand on the barrel and the other on the trigger.

Have you been ignoring me?

Tzeentch's voice rang out behind Grandpa. The latter, who had been distracted, heard the voice and decisively pulled the trigger forward, throwing the gun to the ground at the same time. He then drew a crystal-adorned wand from his waist and smashed it into the ground.

boom! ! !

The bullet, which wasn't even aimed at Morty, pierced through his invisible barrier.

The wand that hit the ground unleashed a powerful electric current, paralyzing both Grandpa and Tzeentch simultaneously.

Grandpa, who had a backup plan, recovered to normal within 0.5 seconds. He immediately crouched down and dodged Tzeentch's punch.

The ground moved rapidly downwards, taking him into the Mirror City.

Tzeentch wanted to give chase, but an iron wall blocked her path.

In the entire process, which lasted less than three seconds, Grandpa's psychological control allowed him to almost completely outmaneuver Tzeentch.

If someone fires a shot randomly, will you go to the rescue? Are you willing to take the gamble?

If you dare to gamble, I have a backup plan: I can force a stop on our movement, so we can both be stopped at the same time.

Furthermore, because this is my home turf, and I control the entire Mirror City, you can forget about gaining any advantage on my home turf.

Once I successfully escape, it's only a matter of time before you lose.

If you want to stop me, you'll have to engage in close combat immediately, identify the dummy, and grab me to have any chance of winning. Otherwise, you're basically doomed.

Grandpa ran away immediately.

Jianqi looked somewhat dejected, and the disappointment on his face, though not entirely undisappointed, indicated that he also knew that his grandfather was not so easy to catch.

Ten minutes later.