Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

How can we fight this?!

Who the hell can survive being attacked from both C137 and Grandpa?

When General Rick chose to run away without hesitation, Grandpa acted almost simultaneously, charging towards the guy.

"You think you can escape!"

"How naive!"

The old man's swinging arms and striding forward greatly shocked Morty and Tzeentch on the ground.

The biggest cunning bastard in the universe has actually started acting like a hot-blooded youth, charging ahead in the front lines?!

Did the sun rise in the west today?

"Unbelievable! Grandpa actually led the charge! He's the one who always prefers to stab people in the back, a ranged attacker who never does melee... well, he hasn't changed... still the same flamboyant old man..."

I just felt that Grandpa definitely wasn't as passionate as Morty.

After realizing that someone's strategy was to deliberately lead the charge while actually provoking the other two to play their own game, I understood their tactics.

He was speechless.

First of all, Grandpa was the first to rush forward. To C137, this was tantamount to saying, "You're leading the charge? Are you looking down on me?"

I, C137, am determined to rise to prominence. Why would I need someone like you, who betrayed me last time, to step in and appease me?

No way!

Don't expect me to accept this favor!

We haven't settled our score yet!

Secondly, as humans have evolved from ancient times to the present, certain biological instincts are inevitably etched into our DNA. For example, when a powerful enemy tries to chase them, they will always choose to run away.

escape!

Just run!

Let's get out of here first!

Grandpa, having fully exploited this, will force General Rick to escape even faster as he pursues him.

As for C137, his purpose in coming here was not for his grandfather; his target was Rick, the general he had been eyeing for a long time.

So if one is speeding up its escape, the other will naturally have to quicken its pace to catch up.

The two chased each other.

Our problem is now half solved.

Because when General Rick opened the portal and ran away, he didn't take Major Morty, who was a formidable fighter, with him.

"Jesus! Now I'm completely convinced that these two guys are definitely anti-C137 products!"

"No matter how little Rick cherishes Morty and treats him like a consumable, he would never give up such a powerful fighter as Morty."

Standing in the sky, he waved goodbye to the two who had been chasing each other, and then left through the teleportation portal.

Upon discovering that Major Morty hadn't been taken away but was instead left there to continue fighting the Four Evil Gods, Grandpa took out a bottle of liquor, took a swig from it, and then landed next to Morty, pondering how to deal with the guy.

Despite Major Morty's astonishing fighting prowess, he wielded his longsword as if it were free, stabbing the three men at Khorne.

But Morty, who was standing in the safe zone, kept adding buffs.

Unable to completely overwhelm him, he was forced into a stalemate, gradually eroding his only advantage.

“I think it’s a real shame that someone with such strong fighting ability was killed. What do you think?” Morty said this, looking at the major Morty who was fighting like a cornered beast. He didn’t want to kill him just like that, so he decided to let him go.

"Why?" Grandpa asked calmly.

Morty pointed at the combat maniac who wielded long swords in both hands, had another long sword between his teeth, and could simultaneously launch long swords and engage in melee combat.

He didn't intend to preach any grand principles; he simply expressed his hope that the other party would be willing to owe him a favor, and that he would let him go, in case he needed him in the future, and perhaps there would be an unexpected surprise.

"Okay, then if you can convince him, then it's up to you."

Grandpa shrugged, looking like he couldn't be bothered with such a thing, and turned to look at the bustling harbor in the distance.

A bottle of wine, a cigarette, and a chaotic battle involving hundreds of thousands of girls.

Beautiful!

Everywhere you looked, there were women, some with swords and weapons in hand, others with various Devil Fruit abilities, shouting as they went to kill their enemies.

The last time I saw so many girls fighting was probably the last time.

Grandpa switched to spectator mode, while Morty's side, protected by the shields of Nurgle and Khorne, approached Major Morty.

"Hey, stop, stop! I think we need to have a serious talk, especially since that guy has already abandoned you. Don't you think we should discuss this?"

Morty's words did not stop Major Morty; instead, they accelerated his attack frequency, making him fight faster and faster.

He had initially just been throwing out long swords.

Spurred on by Morty's 'surrender', he seemed to be on adrenaline, doubling his speed!

He no longer wielded the long sword, yet he became even more deadly. The muscles in his face were somewhat sunken, and the muscles in his arms looked even tighter.

clang!

clang!

clang!

After striking Khorne's iron axe, head, and chest simultaneously with three long swords, he used these three points as fulcrums to spin and fly over the latter's head.

purpose?

It was Morty!

"Fine, I'll beat you into submission, okay?"

After completing a mid-air spin, Major Morty immediately flung out a dozen longswords and charged towards him.

Morty's right hand reached out to the left.

A colorless stream of mental energy flowed from the brain to the hand, and as a ball of mental energy exploded, the Azure Dragon Blade appeared in 0.01 seconds.

Immediately, a large amount of mental energy surged into the blade. With intentional control over its shape, the length of the blade did not exceed one meter, making it appear somewhat too small.

The eyes that had been fixed on Major Morty narrowed slightly.

Lay the knife flat, change your grip to a claw, and draw a semicircle from left to right with your right arm.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, Major Morty, who was about to attack his target, felt a blur before his eyes, as if a blue dragon was swishing its tail at him.

That seemingly casual and relaxed demeanor possesses a power entirely different from its ease.

boom! ! !

As the blades clashed, a fan-shaped energy attack erupted at the point where the blades met, enveloping Major Morty.

Then, a powerful tremor from the spatial plane, along with energy fluctuations, interrupted the intense battle.

The fierce winds, like knives slicing through one's face, whipped up waves hundreds of meters high, and the deafening roars that pierced one's eardrums caused everyone unbearable pain in the same second.

As the only person in the entire arena with his back to Morty, Grandpa felt as if he had been kicked hard by a giant elephant from the back of his head to his heels.

As he plunged headfirst into the sea, he roared mid-air, "What happened to the promised talks?! I never taught you to seriously injure someone before negotiating!!!"

Chapter 280 Robot?

"Fuck! Morty! You bastard! I never taught you to beat someone up with your fists before negotiating, did I?"

"Jesus! My back! My back! My head! Damn it! You bastard! If you turn negotiations into a fight again, I'll beat you up first! No! I'll beat you up a hundred times!"

"Fuck your great-uncle! I must have eaten a dog's brain and developed an IQ problem to believe your bullshit negotiating words! Trust is gone! Gone! From now on, I'll be watching what you do!"

Grandpa, who swam ashore from the deep waters of the harbor, immediately launched into a frenzied DISS.

Moti, who was scolded by his grandfather and couldn't lift his head, was very ashamed. He never expected that his grandfather, who usually tested his meals for poison, would be so unguarded today.

This inevitably made Morty wonder what had happened to his grandfather during this time.

That's why his vigilance dropped so low that he forgot to even activate his passive energy shield.

After cursing for a few minutes, Grandpa finally calmed down and turned his attention to a guy who had been knocked to the bottom of the sea, who had been underwater for several minutes.

He wasn't just swimming; he also brought Major Morty, who had been knocked into the sea, ashore with him.

Unlike the previous person who wore the cloak of justice and possessed immense confidence due to his great strength, this guy in front of him was now sent flying by Morty's single slash.

It was as bad as it could possibly be.

Because of the powerful horizontal slash from left to right, Major Morty's right arm was the most severely injured and suffered the most serious injury.

Exposed were the broken half of the alloy skeleton, the bionic nerve connection device that showed no physiological rejection to the muscles, and then the psionic heart engine...

Major Morty's true colors were finally revealed amidst the wounds covering his body.

"Is this a robot?"

"Wrong. This is a deadly combat weapon that retains the human brain while adding an auxiliary calculator and undergoing sophisticated modifications."

After Grandpa finished speaking, he drew his energy blade and chopped off the other man's head.

"Holy shit! Why did you kill him?"

"He's incapable of negotiation because he's just a machine that only follows instructions and has no self-awareness. How can you negotiate with something like that?"

He half-squatted down and completely dissected Major Morty's brain.

Something that sent chills down Morty's spine appeared before his eyes.

It was a brain, like a large pink walnut, tightly wrapped in metal conduits, electronic components, and various circuits.

As Grandpa took the parts off one by one.

Having witnessed countless acts of killing, Morty felt as if his brain was sending him a signal of fear.

It was as if, at this moment, the brain was the master of his body, while consciousness was merely...

"The fear on your face... Ha! Have you ever thought about why, when you're in a street fight, your brain's highest command is always to protect itself no matter what?"