Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Thinking of this, Morty looked up at the still chaotic space, then glanced at the still unconscious Sammy, and finally his gaze fell on the ancient spaceship from tens of thousands of years ago.

Although it had been buried in the soil for countless years, after being dug up, it was burned by the followers of the King in Yellow.

But this battle-scarred old fellow still possesses remarkable resilience to the pressures of the space environment.

However, there is a problem...

This thing is just an empty shell now.

All the parts were already taken apart by AI Keri last time. To get an empty shell airborne, some personal modifications are necessary...

Eight battleship jet engines!

Without any electronic components, Morty constructed eight thrusters from Skrull warships, all of which were 'attached' to the rear and sides of the spaceship.

With everything prepared, the mental barrier sealed all gaps in the spaceship to ensure that Sangmei would not die immediately upon entering the vacuum environment.

With an excited heart, Morty, who was finally going to have some fun, decisively activated the telekinetic jet.

Just then, Sangmei woke up from her drowsy state.

She saw the sky above her, with murky white energy walls blocking the way on both sides, and Morty sitting in the driver's seat above.

Oops...

"Motty!"

"You're awake? Let's go then!"

As soon as he finished speaking, amidst Sang Mei's almost collapsing expression, all eight thrusters ignited simultaneously, generating at least 10,000 tons of thrust, causing the spaceship to take off explosively.

Whoosh!

"what!!!!!!!"

Sangmei, who was of average physical condition, could not withstand the terrifying force and fainted again after letting out a scream.

Upon noticing this anomaly, Morty quickly used a portion of his mental power to envelop Sangmei, preventing her from dying on the spot during the rest of the flight.

When he turned around, the thrusters, originally designed for battleship-class spaceships, propelled the 'small' spaceship directly to the center of the outer space battlefield!

"fuck..."

When this spaceship, completely inconspicuous in the space battlefield, appeared in the middle of the battlefield at an eye-catching speed.

Everyone stopped moving.

Both sides on the battlefield stared warily at this unassuming figure, but incredibly fast... an interstellar racer???

Are they enemies?

Are they friends?

Chapter 461 Hellish Tribulation

"Cough! Cough! Help!!!"

"Run! Find that bastard Stein!!! Find that dog who's going to the deepest hell!!! Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

In countless universes, the demons, who have always held a place in the evil camp, are fleeing in panic across the barren, scorched earth.

Among them were some of the great demons who had left a deep impression on the world countless times in the C167 universe. At this moment, they were fleeing to the deepest part of this world with its boundaries, just like ordinary demons.

A group of fly-men, armed with old-fashioned flintlock rifles and wearing integrated gas and flashbang visors, and heavy alloy power armor protecting their bodies, slowly followed their prey with heavy steps.

But neither those who knelt and begged for mercy nor those who fought back to the death could evoke the slightest emotional response from them.

These demon-hunting bullets and flintlock pistols, taken from a time-forbidden warehouse sealed for a thousand years, were weapons used by the Divine Bureau to target ruthless figures among the henchmen of evil gods.

The seemingly ordinary and old flintlock musket has an atomic-level structure that has been compressed again and again until it is indivisible.

The bullets came from a mysterious planet in a mysterious universe, a civilization that had fought bloody battles for 100,000 years, accumulating wave after wave of Soul Extinction Masters. As their weapons were constantly upgraded, they also developed the most efficient way to slaughter.

Eleven fly-men formed a team and arranged themselves in a triangular formation.

The man in front held a brass flintlock pistol in his right hand and a blue soul-absorbing shield in his left. His crimson heavy armor, equipped with an early warning module, ensured that this vanguard was both offensive and defensive.

Of course, if a large wave of enemy troops attacks, his comrades holding tower shields on his left and right sides behind him are his most reliable shields.

In addition, the roles of the eleven members were clearly defined: firepower output, ammunition supply, emergency repair personnel, medical personnel, and the squad leader.

Their exceptional professionalism and the requirement for each person to master all the skills of three roles ensure that if the person in the most critical position falls, someone can immediately take their place.

There are 45,000 such triangular formations of eleven people in the first level of hell.

But... they were the last ones to be swept away.

The true pioneers had already raced to the third level of hell, riding in two-person armored vehicles covered with barbs and spears, capable of reaching speeds of 600 kilometers per hour.

The engine of the flagship bomber used in the space squadron's operations ensured that this vehicle could smash through any obstacle, even when faced with a crowd of people, at a speed of 200 kilometers per hour.

With these pathfinders constantly creating panic and cutting through enemy lines, the tanks and armed helicopters behind them can then unleash the speed of a blitzkrieg in the interstellar era.

boom!!!

Suddenly, a road-clearing car was overturned.

Then a giant demon, whose body kept expanding until it reached a height of ten meters, roared to the sky, wielding two axes, trying to awaken the courage of those around him, and launched a desperate charge against the pursuers.

Even though the tank could also accelerate to 150 kilometers per hour, its extremely precise fire control system and energy cannon still riddled this thing with holes on the spot while moving at high speed.

During this process, its tracks even crushed a dozen or so demons.

Faced with these battlefield butchers who have waged war every day for thousands of years, these demons who have lost their will to fight, their only fearsome appearance is nothing more than moving rewards in front of the Fly People.

The third floor is on the run.

An emergency meeting is being held on the eighteenth floor.

Satan, his arm broken, sat in the main seat, looking down at the whispering demons below who were utterly disobedient to him, and a chill ran through him.

Although Stein had also severed his left arm, when he could no longer win with an invincible image, countless ideas arose in the minds of his ambitious subordinates.

Even though those fly-men are not far from here!

These people are actually busy trying to take everything from him!

Want these eighteen levels of hell?

I'll give it to you!

Whoever can guard a particular floor, that floor belongs to them!

Upon hearing this, the great demons who had just been whispering among themselves burst into laughter, because... they were planning to run away!

Defend? Defend my ass!

Those flies are almost impossible to kill completely, okay!

And so, in an instant, these great demons began to put on a farce in front of Satan, performing 'I teleported myself, I fell into a trap, I was arrested'.

In this world where teleportation methods are constantly evolving, the Fly People, who have long since taken control of the entire space, have naturally provided exclusive cells for these teleporting beings.

Every time a great demon emerges from the giant portal facing the ground...

They would then be pulled down by the suction force and fall heavily into the large cage that had been prepared in advance below.

The ability to capture important figures so efficiently is naturally due to the rich experience accumulated by the Fly Men over many years of battles.

After all, anyone in a high position of power...

Only 1% would choose to stand with everything that belongs to them in times of crisis.

The remaining 99% of people will always run away, regardless of whether their purpose is good or bad; that's just animal instinct.

Facing danger head-on forces intelligent beings to overcome their animal instinct to escape.

"Another one. Looking at that face, doesn't it look like Lucifer?"

"Tsk, in which world have we captured these Lucifers?"

"If we follow the chronological order, this should be the 500th Lucifer. In terms of numbering, this is the Lucifer of universe C167."

"Tsk, as meticulous as ever."

"What can we do... We sinners must atone for the mistakes we made in the empire?"

"Yeah! That damn Morty!"

Two fly-like figures standing two hundred meters away from the giant teleportation portal were smoking and talking about who this guy was who had just gotten a single, 360-degree, fully lit cell.

Wearing light gray uniforms, the word "traitor" was printed on the back of their clothes, covering 70% of the area!

These fleet members, who initially followed Morty blindly to cause trouble in Hermuel and later developed rebellious intentions, along with their fleet leader Saladin, are now scattered throughout all the Redemption Legions of the Galactic Empire, atoning for the crimes they committed.

However, these people never expected that they would come to the C167 universe one day, and they never expected that the mission instructions they were given would say that this hell seemed to be directly related to their grandfather.

So... a bold idea took shape in their minds.

Twenty years of atonement, coupled with the punishment of banning all important departments from their descendants, made them suffer every day.

For flies, whose lifespan is a mere fifty years.

They can't wait that long!

"I...I want to carry out an assassination..."

"I want to too..."

Chapter 462 Jerry is here

"Sangmei!"

"Motty?"

When they arrived in outer space, Morty was finally able to use the teleportation gun to open the portal and bring Sammy back home at light speed.

The portal was located in the corner of the living room.

The angle was so good that he could see Jerry as soon as he opened the portal. Jerry was sitting idly on the sofa watching TV, with a Coke in one hand and potato chips in the other, enjoying the air conditioning and living a very comfortable life.

The TV remote, which he had paid an incredibly heavy price to obtain, was casually placed on the coffee table.

Noticing that his beloved daughter Sangmei had returned unconscious, Jerry, who was considered 'experienced' in this regard, didn't budge an inch. After exclaiming his daughter's name in surprise, he continued to sit on the sofa like a king...