Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

It then lost all ability to fight.

The group of people sitting on the plane in the distance felt something was missing when they saw a BOSS battle abruptly end after a simple attack.

Sweat, roars, blood, trusting eyes, apologies for the past, I will protect my friends, fighting the enemy while cracking jokes...

None of the elements that should be present in a battle have appeared!

Only a few people, each with their own specific role, can work together to draw attention to their opponents, drag them into a predicament, and then deliver a fatal blow with a coordinated attack!

Morty, rising from the mud, looked away from the black-armored warrior, then at the towering Hulk, then at Iron Man flying in the distance, and then at the guys on the plane.

"As expected, Marvel-style battles are completely different from battles in other worlds..."

"I really don't know if you guys have ever improved your combat skills except for thinking about cool moves every day..."

Before taking action, Morty and Tzeentch briefly discussed their battle plan.

Then things became incredibly simple.

Draw their attention, then entangle them and cut off their head.

Problem solved.

This fighting style, which is not Marvel at all, even made Morty feel that his approach was a little bit... out of place compared to the Marvel characters around him after he completed the plan.

I've never seen anyone in the Marvel universe kill so cleanly and efficiently...

"Is this over? I thought it would take a long time..." Sangmei, who was peeking out from the back of the plane, saw the black-armored warrior being defeated in less than ten seconds.

As she voiced her question, she was completely unaware that her words struck Captain America and the others like a hammer blow.

Is this the end?

So fast?

us....

While Captain America and the others were questioning their existence, Morty completely dismantled the black-armored warrior, wanting to see what kind of technology Grandpa had used inside.

After this dismantling, Morty felt that his quick-kill decapitation tactic had indeed worked.

Because this thing isn't really a simple melee robot.

His body is equipped with a large number of modular weapons, ranging from darts to kunai, and even missiles the size of sausages.

It's definitely a self-propelled remote attack platform.

If it hadn't been killed quickly, and had been hit and triggered some kind of fierce counterattack system, then everything within a radius of several kilometers today would have been completely destroyed.

Morty looked away, glanced at Tony in the distance, hesitated for a few seconds, then told everyone to get out of the way while he destroyed the robot.

Because this was left for Tony.

So, after I leave, if Tony follows the design concept of the Black Armor Warrior, and once Ultron is created, it will see Tony's innovative design for the Black Armor Warrior...

The scene will be absolutely stunning!

Therefore, for the sake of world peace, it would be better to destroy this thing.

After destroying the black-armored warriors and completing a fierce battle, everyone, including Hulk, was exhausted and boarded a plane to return to New York.

Today's battle deserves a good celebratory meal at an Arab kebab restaurant in downtown New York City!

Back on the plane, Morty had barely sat down when Hawkeye received a communication from Fury.

"Gentlemen, I made two calls, and since you're answering now, it means your problem has been resolved."

"So now we still have over five hundred problems waiting for you to solve. Get moving! I've already sent out SOS signals to the President, and to all the superheroes in New York City."

"We are now mobilizing all available resources."

"Ladies and gentlemen, this time, it will be a battle even tougher than the Battle of New York."

Morty: "Huh... what is this black slob saying?"

Hawkeye: "Sir, what...what are you saying..."

Captain America: "What do you mean by over five hundred of the same problems?"

The bewildered group saw, in Tony's holographic projection, over five hundred black-armored warriors wreaking havoc across the United States.

Everyone's heart is numb.

Although the previous kill was swift, it was only because Morty and his team were extremely well-coordinated and the opponent was ambushed.

To replicate such a victory more than five hundred times...

fuck!!!

Chapter 237 is too weak.

"This doesn't make sense... Grandpa shouldn't have created something so torturous..."

"If you ask him to manually manufacture five hundred black-armored warriors, it would be strange if he didn't just set up an assembly line for production..."

"There must be something fishy about this!"

Leaning against the smooth cabin wall, Morty was completely baffled. On the one hand, he felt that given his grandfather's penchant for tormenting the King, it seemed quite reasonable for him to create more than five hundred black-armored warriors.

On the one hand, he felt that given his grandfather's style of doing things, this kind of Marvel superhero experience for children was destined to be...

In addition to designing several rounds of challenges that test intelligence, there is also a final boss.

That basically means the task is complete.

That doesn't make sense. Go and get another five hundred black-armored warriors...

If one is already so troublesome, then what are you trying to do by making five hundred?

I was afraid that after I finished one, I wouldn't feel satisfied, so I prepared 500 in advance, ready to start a superhero brawl at any time, to get the atmosphere going, and then play the Avengers' special assembly theme.

As Morty pondered, the plane was heading towards Brockville, the closest city to Kingston, where nearly three underground laboratories were located, along with the surrounding countryside.

According to the list provided by Fury, the combined size of the three places over there is not as big as the one in Kingston, so everyone chose to fight the biggest one.

This means that apart from the combat team composed entirely of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, the other team that raided the underground laboratory was basically Morty's mind-body, with no Avengers members present to oversee the operation.

Judging from the fact that streams of thought are returning to one's body.

Not only is the situation in Brockville critical, but the situation is not good in other places either.

This can be seen in Tony's live news monitoring footage.

Reporters on every news channel were anxiously reporting how the black-armored warriors appearing in the area were driving down local property prices.

All of this, of course, is because almost every city and rural area has its underground laboratories inspected by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in sunglasses, poker faces, and black suits.

There's no scene where, faced with a heroic special agent, we villains and traitors obediently kneel down and cooperate with the investigation.

Only...you dare to come knocking on my door?

Fuck you!

Of course, even if there are five hundred places in a hurry, you still have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time.

The plane, operating at top speed, arrived at its destination in five minutes.

Because the United States and its neighbors rarely consider building high-rise buildings in urban development, most areas consist of one- or two-story villas.

So everyone on the plane saw the black-armored warriors causing chaos in three different places while they were just in the countryside.

"Alright, now that our fighting strength is clear, Banner, you take charge of one, Morty, you take charge of one, and the last one will be handled by the four of us."

Captain America's task assignment made Morty, Sammy, and Tzeentch roll their eyes at the same time.

Didn't you see that when the Hulk fought the black-armored warrior, he had to go through six stages of rage, constantly stacking up his rage, before he could even put up a fight?

Now you're letting him play alone...

Then the four of you together couldn't break through the black-armored warrior's defenses, and then you went to deal with another one...

You might as well all five of you go together!

However, Morty still chose to respect Captain America's wishes, because Hulk, who had retreated back into Banner's body, seemed to have secretly wiped away his tears and decided to come out and get revenge.

Dr. Banner, who was gradually turning into a green, chubby man, showed no sign of suppressing his Hulk's rage.

Morty told the pilot to open the door quickly and get the guy, who was going to burst and damage the plane, out of the aircraft as soon as possible.

After sending the Hulk out, Morty and Tony jumped out at the same time.

The two flew in their respective directions, one flying rapidly and the other slowly falling towards the ground.

When Morty lands in the chaotic city, black-armored warriors are destroying a gas station.

Although Morty didn't quite understand why villains in any world, once they appeared, always had a classic scene of causing massive destruction to buildings.

But from his understanding...

This is undoubtedly every creator's silent indictment of housing prices.

"Sigh, he's not really planning to sabotage that gas station, is he..."

Seeing the black-armored warrior acting like a fool, wreaking havoc on everything in the gas station, Morty, who was about to take action, was no longer in a hurry.

Because next...

boom! ! !

The black-armored warrior, who somehow managed to detonate the underground oil storage tanks at the gas station, was immediately engulfed by the explosion and flames.

Morty immediately deployed a three-meter-high air barrier, blocking all the flames and explosions within the gas station's perimeter.

Watching the towering flames, thick with black mist, transform into a giant dragon and soar into the sky.

The next second, a mechanical arm emerged from the flames, slammed hard against the invisible wall, and then slowly slid down...

[What's going on?] Morty wondered.

The cautious Morty didn't dare rush forward himself. He had his tool, Khorne, get closer to take a look, and through the other's vision, he saw the black-armored warrior being consumed by flames and slowly melting.

Is he afraid of fire?

A thought flashed through his mind, but Morty immediately extinguished it.

If the opponent is so ridiculous that fire is his weakness, then wouldn't Tony's missiles and other weapons just become children's toys?