Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"You... what kind of monster are you?"

As the weapons clashed in mid-air, entering a clash of strength, he immediately felt the opponent's power gradually pushing his Azure Dragon Blade back.

Morty, straining with all his might, roared in disbelief as the veins in his neck and arms bulged.

Major Morty, maintaining a cold expression, did not answer any questions. Without even the veins on his arms bulging, he gradually suppressed the Azure Dragon Blade in Morty's hand.

He suddenly stretched his neck forward and bit the air with his right hand, gripping the hilt of the knife tightly.

He gripped the long knife tightly with his teeth.

"Holy crap! You're a three-sword style???"

Upon seeing that the other party dared to bite the knife with his teeth, Morty knew that the other party was a warrior whose skill points were all invested in melee combat.

I'd be crazy to keep fighting this guy in close combat!

Come forth, Four Evil Gods!

After summoning his four signature henchmen, Morty immediately released the Azure Dragon Blade, making room for Khorne and his companions.

Grandpa also retreated at the same time.

With a grave expression, he turned to look at General Rick, who remained seated motionless.

He suddenly remembered a rumor that was widely known in Ruicheng at a certain time.

It is said that one of the five councilors in Ruicheng has been secretly building up the forces against C137, which involves a series of experiments unknown to outsiders.

So now, the incredibly powerful Morty in front of us...

That clearly fits the description.

"Morty, I will never leave you out alone again!"

Morty, who was rapidly communicating tactics with Tzeentch through telepathy, was interrupted by his grandfather's sudden words of concern.

Grandpa, you...

"You're in big trouble this time, so from now on, even when you go to take a dump, I'll be watching you! So you don't accidentally produce some compressed antimatter!"

"Damn it! You old bastard! Die!!!"

Chapter 278, C137 debuts.

Three-sword style, four-sword style, five-sword style, hundred-sword style!

Water Spraying Blade Style!

As the battle escalated to a fever pitch, Major Morty, facing a triple attack from iron axes, mud, and shoe heels, even omitted the act of swinging his sword.

He used the long sword in his hand as if it were a series of crossbow bolts, and began firing them at his enemies.

With each swing of his arm, several long swords flew from his hand and pierced his enemies.

Major Morty's fighting prowess is not just astonishing, it's downright astonishing. He is indeed the most formidable Morty Morty I've ever seen.

Without the presence of the Master of Will, my fighting strength wouldn't even be enough to feed the opponent!

Who the hell would have thought that Morty could fight just as well as a crossbow-wielding berserker!

Morty, now a spirit, glanced at Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh, who were riddled with dozens of knives, and sighed at Tzeentch behind him, "Big sister, you're clearly not going to die, can you stop acting like a weak woman..."

"Mind your own business?" Tzeentch rolled his eyes, indicating that taking down Major Rick would be no easy feat.

For some reason, the opponent's blade was able to pierce through the outer shell of Khorne and others, directly penetrating them. This was different from C167's method of shattering heavy armor purely through brute force.

This is clearly an attack from the other party, specifically designed to damage the mind.

Furthermore, his agility is also exceptional.

Of the four evil gods, Slaanesh is the fastest in every aspect. In several attacks, Slaanesh couldn't even touch the hem of Slaanesh's clothes, let alone harm him!

"I know, so while Grandpa's chatting with that guy, shouldn't we think of a way to get rid of him, or rather, trap him?"

"It's tough...this guy's like a hedgehog."

"We still need to think of a way!"

Morty, who had just released Veronica, turned his head as the armed satellite rapidly ascended into the sky and glanced at his grandfather, who was talking to General Rick in the distance.

Standing alone before the four generals, ignoring the grandfathers of the first three, he was not the kind of person who would chat and say a lot of useless things before the fight even started.

However, since it concerned C137 and Ruicheng, he had to treat it with great care.

Although he had successfully tricked C137 last time, making him take the blame for the Galactic Empire's Hermuel incident, this time, as long as C137 doesn't do anything stupid.

At that time, the only people openly associated with Rick in Hermuel were himself and Rick.

So, if the General Rick and Major Morty in front of us are indeed anti-C137 weapons specially cultivated by a certain councilor in Ruicheng...

Once this matter is clarified, I can use my leverage to try and ease tensions with C137.

He didn't want to wait until he was busy with something important later.

A handsome young man happened to open the portal and walk past you...

Forehead...

It's over...

Just as Grandpa was thinking about what kind of rhetoric to use to extract some inside information from General Rick on the other side, a shiny green portal appeared near the three generals.

Grandpa, inwardly screaming that things were going terribly wrong, lost all color in his face. His heart was racing at 40%, and he stiffly turned his head away, giving Morty a look that said, "You're going to get me killed sooner or later."

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Morty, lying on the ground, didn't understand why his grandfather's eyes were so complicated until he caught a glimpse of the glossy green portal out of the corner of his eye.

"Holy crap?! Another Rick?!"

A man with an afro, holding a bottle of liquor and with an expression that screamed "I don't care about anything," emerged from the portal.

Morty's heart sank.

According to Rick's Copy-Paste rule, the more someone resembles C137, the stronger they are; the less they resemble him, the more extreme they are. This guy in front of us, almost identical to C137...

"It's you? P850... hiccup~ What are you doing here?"

"C137, what are you doing here?"

Upon hearing the first words of their greeting, Morty felt a chill run down his spine.

It would be terrifying enough if a Rick who looks like C137 showed up, but then it turned out to be the real C137! Holy crap, the universe is so vast!

Rick, a man with dreams.

Dear sir, could you please not have this fateful encounter with us under these circumstances?

What the hell!

What the hell!

C137 himself has arrived!

Morty immediately reached into his pocket with his right hand. As soon as he saw C137 fighting with Grandpa, he would immediately start rewinding time.

Never give the enemy any chance to kill them.

"Hiccup~ Don't be nervous. You did a good job last time; you really backstabbed me."

"But looking at you now, it seems you haven't gotten the reward you wanted after putting in so much effort?"

"Give up. Life is a lie; you can't live on those unrealistic things."

You need to focus more on what's in front of you.

C137, who seemed to have no intention of making the atmosphere tense, for some reason praised his grandfather and then turned his gaze to General Rick.

“I came for him. This guy has been well-trained. If he continues to grow like this, things will get really troublesome.” C137, who had put the bottle inside his clothes, beckoned to the other person. “Are you planning to wait for me to make my move, or are you going to come and die willingly?”

Hearing that the formidable C137 from the multiverse was heading straight for him.

Rick, who had previously seemed glued to the chair, finally stood up. His eyes showed no fear, apprehension, or terror, only a calm and cautious demeanor that inspired respect.

Seeing his calm and collected demeanor as he faced C137, Morty couldn't help but want to applaud and cheer for him.

Good! You're a real man!

After being singled out by C137 to be killed, his legs did not tremble, his back did not bend, and his neck did not shrink; he looked like a proud and heroic man!

For this reason alone, after you get killed by C137, I'll make an exception and build you a grave!

It's buried at the end of the sea route where everyone's a villain!

"Are you here to kill me?"

"Yes, but whether things can be resolved quickly depends on you, not me. So, are you planning to leave with some dignity, or make things more difficult for me?"

As Morty listened to their conversation, he noticed that C137 had put the bottle away and had stopped burping.

His assessment of General Rick's combat capabilities was once again raised by at least three times.

The C137 is not invincible; everyone knows that.

But if you have no chance of winning against him, then he is invincible.

But there aren't many people who can get C137 to put away the bottle.

Rick, the general standing before us now, has done just that.

So, will what follows be a true battle between dragons and tigers?

Chapter 279 Must We Subdue Them?

The ancients were right.

Running away when encountering a powerful enemy is not a shameful thing, but a way to save your life and regain your face when you become stronger in the future.

If facing C137 alone might still offer a chance, then taking Grandpa into account, the odds of winning are dropping at a visible rate.

beat?

What's the point of fighting!