Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Everything must be done quickly!

Fifteen minutes later.

When the plane arrived near Kingston, the pilot opened the rear door. Morty, without any landing gear, took a step high into the blue sky, and with an incredibly graceful leap, jumped off the plane.

After using the elastic air wall to block the fierce wind, Morty's gaze searched for his target on the vast plain below.

With eyes like a hawk, Morty locked onto a house that Tony had marked as his own, then changed direction and headed towards it.

When less than 100 meters above the ground.

Ten flexible air walls appeared in front of him.

Next, the wooden cabin, along with the barn three meters behind it, was crushed into a pile of ruins by the invisible wall of air.

After landing.

It's still the standard lineup of the four evil gods.

Black and white vision activated.

After the world before him was reduced to lines, Morty's gaze fell on the ground, piercing through the layers of mud and rocks below, and he saw the giant laboratory hidden underground.

The building above was destroyed, and the alarms below went off completely.

Dozens of armed men rushed toward the elevator located on the barn side, wielding weapons that were clearly not gunpowder firearms.

See those weapons that are closer to energy guns.

Morty told the four to step aside. Since he was determined to stab his grandfather in the back, he had to do it himself; otherwise, what would be the point?

The reason I called the four of them out wasn't to have them do my work, but to have them back me up and prevent any embarrassing mishaps.

Having already released nearly six thousand mental entities, plus Morty, one of the four strongest evil gods, there are not many 'resources' left to release a fifth powerful being.

Therefore, wanting to do it himself, he focused his limited mental energy on the weapon.

He stretched his right hand forward, and a stream of energy began to condense in his hand, as a large amount of mental energy was continuously flowing out of his head.

As the transparent airflow begins to extend outwards from the left and right sides of the palm.

A hilt that gradually turned from dark gold began to take shape. The weapon that Morty had always loved to own was finally beginning to reveal its true form to the world.

As the airflow accelerated, like Morty holding a long, narrow storm, his expression grew serious.

Because this is a weapon created by willpower and does not use any metal, one must invest more 'resources' to stabilize its form.

The problem is that I define it as not being able to consume too many resources.

If its mental energy consumption is almost equal to that of Khorne and the other three, then why doesn't it create another powerful tool?

Instead, why would you put your most important body into close combat with the enemy?

So Morty paused for a few seconds, adjusted his thinking, and then came up with the idea of ​​continuous input.

These thought entities like Khorne are like a big cake. They cut off a portion, throw it out, and if they find it's not enough, they add more. Once they're finished, they just cut a new one.

The approach of continuous output is to not cut the cake and let it stay on the big cake.

The advantage of this approach is that it can maintain a minimum level of mental output before engaging in combat, but it will consume a large amount of its mental energy if it encounters a powerful enemy.

If you encounter a wear-down opponent, then this could be...

However, Morty has already given up on caring about this.

Let's wait until we encounter that kind of enemy!

After changing the way thoughts are output.

Finally, a three-meter-long blade with a black-gold hilt and a gleaming silver body, adorned with several pieces of emerald green, appeared in Morty's hand.

Tony, who had landed before the plane, saw that Morty actually wanted to use a battlefield melee weapon. Puzzled, he asked, "Um, are you planning to use this thing as a weapon in a narrow underground space?"

"Underground space? You're dreaming!!!"

Gripping the long, straight hilt of his sword tightly, Morty used the elastic air wall to propel himself several meters into the air before slamming his sword down fiercely into the ground!

Chapter 233 Happy Birthday

As we all know, weapons like the Green Dragon Crescent Blade are suitable for slashing, not for digging mud in the ground like a shovel.

So when Tony saw Morty using that weapon, which was meant to be used as a shovel, he had to admit that he didn't quite understand the world, or rather, he didn't understand Morty.

But what happened next made him realize that he had jumped to conclusions too early!

The silver crescent blade slashed fiercely at the grass with overwhelming force.

A destructive energy, like lightning high in the sky, shot directly into the ground in the form of several bolts of lightning.

It appears soft, but once dug up, the soil becomes incredibly sticky due to its high moisture content.

Hard rock buried deep underground.

There are also solid metals and concrete that protect the entire underground laboratory from being crushed by the weight above.

Before this bolt of mental lightning, all of them were deliberately drained of moisture by Morty and successfully turned into a dry and brittle black object.

Yes, Morty certainly didn't forget to use lightning to destroy the physical structure of these objects.

Looking around, within a 100-meter radius of the point where the blade cleaved the ground, the once grassland had been transformed into a patch of scorched black earth.

"Depend on!"

Feeling the scorched earth beneath his feet slowly collapsing, Tony, his red and gold armor fogged with water, quickly took to the air.

The moment the thrusters on the soles of his armor lifted him into the air, the powerful airflow was like the hand that pushed down dominoes.

Like a stack of broken biscuits.

The ground began to collapse downwards.

When Captain America and the others landed, what appeared before them was a deep pit seventy meters deep, and dry dust flying everywhere!

Morty, who had been standing motionless on the invisible wall, jumped down at this moment.

After passing through a 70-meter cave and stepping onto a pre-placed elastic air wall, he landed successfully and saw a large army silently waiting for him in the semi-circular passageway directly in front of him.

A group of people in black tactical suits, holding energy weapons, the light behind their black gas masks revealing a hint of murderous intent.

A group of people dressed in various colored bodysuits, their expressions blank and their bodies very stiff, but they are the real fighting force here who can contend with Morty.

The two groups stood on the left and right respectively, adopting a "live and let live" approach, with everything clearly and distinctly divided.

"Interesting. I thought there were only ordinary armed personnel down here, but I didn't expect there to be a group of hastily trained supervillains here as well."

"In that case..."

"It seems like there's no other solution besides fighting, right?"

Morty's murmurs echoed through the corridor, like a battle horn sounding before war, a challenge to the enemy.

The voice just fell.

Morty shrunk his longsword to about 1.2 meters, preparing for close-quarters street fighting, when four men and one strong woman appeared behind him.

I wonder if these guys, when they have nothing else to do, have taken the time to practice superhero-style positioning.

He jumped from a height of more than 70 meters.

Upon landing, these guys somehow managed to stand right next to Morty, creating a perfect 360-degree, no-dead-angle six-person group photo opportunity.

Six people, each at a perfect 30-degree angle, pose, expression, everything was spot on.

Except for Morty's expression being a bit off.

The other five, at this moment, all stood tall and proud, their eyes cautious yet full of courage, their clenched fists and open shoulders displaying the spirit of new-era superheroes.

"Avengers... Assemble!"

With Captain America's shout, the five charged forward with a roar, engaging the enemy in direct combat.

Originally, he wanted to cosplay Zhao Zilong with the Green Dragon Crescent Blade and play the role of Morty who charged in and out of Changban Slope seven times. However, seeing these five guys yelling and rushing out to steal kills, he shook his head helplessly.

People like Captain America and Hawkeye act like brutes, grabbing weapons and charging in to start a fight.

How come Iron Man and Banner, who are highly intelligent individuals with doctoral degrees (at least five), act like a loud, brute?

Is all that American elite education over the years just about telling you to yell and charge into battle when you encounter an enemy?

At that moment, Morty's idea of ​​going up and fighting someone vanished instantly.

Let me tell you, that atmosphere I just painstakingly built up was the battle scene I'd been dreaming of for years! I, the Corridor God of War! Morty's battle to make him famous, was ruined by you bunch of bastards.

fuck!

Having given up on fighting, Morty resolved that next time he had the chance to take on a group of people at once, he would make sure to prevent others from jumping out and ruining the atmosphere.

After shedding its solid form, Morty, now a wisp of soul, slowly seeped into the ground.

Since you've already started fighting at the entrance to this underground laboratory.

Then I'll go around to the back!

Let's see if we can get any loot, or if something amazing happens.

Upon entering the second basement level, Morty found himself in a cultivation room. Standing among rows of glass jars, he looked out over the room.

Inside this dark gray concrete room, only the red liquid shimmering under the incandescent light seemed to be the only two things in the room that were full of life.

In the quiet that was almost inaudible, Morty planned to spend some time destroying all the incubation pods here.

We can't let these guys get 'hatched' successfully.

But where is the close button here?

Morty, having quickly scanned the area and found no control panel, could only resort to the most primitive and simplest method.

Destroy it directly!

As he extended his longsword, an arm suddenly patted his shoulder.

Silently...

"Fuck! Who!"

Morty turned around and slashed down with his knife.