Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Chapter 476 Escape

boom!

A large sniper bullet with high-density, high-penetration, sound-silencing enchantment, and enhanced with a soul-body anesthetic needle.

The bullet shot from the long barrel of the sniper rifle, hitting Morty squarely as he faced away from the gun, and the young man, eager to make his mark, fell into a coma.

Grandpa casually tossed aside the sniper rifle and rushed toward Morty, not forgetting to make fun of someone, even though he had just tested this guy's combat capabilities with C167 last time.

He has already demonstrated just how obsessed he is with long-range attacks.

Why didn't this guy take precautions against this move at all?

Your attempt at deification pales in comparison to your previous desperate struggle.

Seeing that Morty was indeed unconscious, Grandpa carefully removed all the dark matter from his body before carrying him on his shoulder.

As he left, he couldn't help but glance at the peerless beast that continued to rampage across the Milky Way in the distance. Still shaken, he slowly withdrew his gaze.

If Morty and Azathoth, both in their soul forms, were to actually fuse together using unstable dark matter, there's a very high probability that Morty would directly replace the other's consciousness.

Or manipulate it.

After all, Azathoth doesn't really have any conscious control. There's a reason why he's called the god of foolishness.

We've reached that point.

The only possible solution is to escape at the speed of light and then travel through time and space, which would offer a reasonable chance of a perfect ending.

Call ~

Upon arriving at the 'One-Way Ticket to Space Travel' trampoline, as Grandpa stepped onto it, a surge of energy enveloped the two of them, ensuring they would not be harmed during this journey that exceeded the speed of light.

Swoosh~~~~~~

The moment he was launched, the unconscious Morty 'woke up'. Having somehow tricked his grandfather, he escaped right past him in the three seconds it took to fly out of the Cthulhu universe!

Even someone as composed and unflappable as Grandpa, who could remain calm even if Mount Tai were to do a split in front of him, was inevitably shocked by this sudden turn of events.

What...what's going on?! Why did I suddenly wake up at this hour?!

If you want a bloody battle with me, then you should fight me!

If you want to escape, then just find a way to escape!

The fight didn't really escalate... They didn't use up all their weapons and equipment, or resort to all sorts of cunning tactics; in the end, the outcome was decided by their fists.

You didn't intend to run away from the beginning, what are you trying to do?

Just so that at super-faster-than-light speed, in three seconds, you could just tell me, "You're kidding me! I'm just playing around"?

Grandpa, who dared not move at this moment for fear of being struck by bad luck and thrown into the Galactic Empire prison, where he would die on the spot, could only watch helplessly as Morty, protected by energy, detached from his shoulder and sped away in another direction.

"FUCK!!!!!"

A few seconds later, after leaving the Cthulhu universe and arriving in a strange universe, Grandpa roared to the sky and frantically pounded the ground, because he knew that he had not resolved Morty's deification problem in time and had not brought him under control.

He had completely lost control of Morty.

He didn't know what the little guy would do next, but chaos was inevitable.

Because, just as Morty said to Dark Morty.

In this world, the only truly beastly being is Morty. Even Dark Morty isn't a bloodthirsty individual.

Or rather, based on Grandpa's understanding of Dark Mo.

As long as you don't become his target, get in his way, or appear where certain things happen, then he's a harmless guy.

But my Morty is different...

Was the reason I chose him simply because he was a time traveler?

Some people live in this world for money, some for power, and some for women or men.

But there are a very small number of truly pure people in this world.

To borrow a classic line...

Some people don't act according to normal logic. They won't be bribed by anyone, nor will they be at the mercy of others. They are unwilling to reason with anyone, and they are also incapable of negotiation. All they want to do is destroy the world.

Watching it burn...

His own Morty was such a pure person; he craved adventure and to experience one conscious thing after another, rather than getting bogged down in his P850 revenge.

I'm the one who gradually drove him to this point.

Now it's time for them to pay the price.

"You absolutely mustn't cause any major trouble... and you absolutely mustn't let any foolish person... provoke you..."

So Grandpa composed himself and used the teleportation gun to quickly return to Mirror City, preparing to use the oversized search device to find Morty's whereabouts.

But as soon as he walked out of the portal, he saw a large number of fly-men fighting against the defense system he had left there.

Besides their numerical advantage, the Flymen wielding energy guns also possess firepower that is in no way inferior to that of the Mirror City.

If Grandpa hadn't come back at this time, it would have been only a matter of time before this place was captured.

First there was Morty's escape, and now a group of Flymen have jumped out. Grandpa, feeling that everything was going wrong and desperately needing to vent his anger, gave a cruel smile to the Flymen who were already stunned in place.

All the flies were terrified and cried on the spot...

He abandoned his usual habit of long-range shooting and instead used close-quarters combat, using energy blades in both hands to kill those unlucky souls who happened to run into his gun in the most brutal way!

Halfway through the killing, these fly-men had already knelt down and begged for mercy.

But what good is that?

If in this world, no matter how big a mistake you make, you can kneel down and beg for forgiveness and be granted it, how disgusting would that world be?

After slaughtering all these fly-like people.

Grandpa then discovered that the all-universe search engine had been halved during the firefight, and it would take a week to repair.

Faced with this outcome, Grandpa could no longer contain his anger. He knew from the moment he was killing those fly-like people that these bastards hadn't just come here randomly.

If they had arrived in a spaceship, Mirror City would have been destroyed by their warships long ago.

It is possible to pass through the protective device and enter here.

There can only be one answer!

Permanent portal! Hell!

Grandpa rushed into hell and saw the flies who were systematically and methodically eliminating the demons. He had already taken off his spacesuit and took out a small start button from his white lab coat.

next second.

The man sits on the throne with his head bowed and his back straight, a sharp sword resting on his knees, his hands on the sword, ready to fight Satan in the final battle of his life.

But in his heart, he longed for that wonderful era.

There is no Rick, no Flyman, and no force that crosses the multiverse.

Only...

Suddenly, I felt my chair move, and then this great demon leader, who was trying so hard to create a tragic atmosphere of the final battle in hell, fell face-first to the ground...

Because its throne... actually stood up? No, it grew legs!!!

Holy crap, the throne has grown legs!

But this throne is so outrageous that it grows four mechanical legs!

This throne, which I've sat on for almost my entire life, has been my witness to countless events that have occurred both in and outside of hell...

Who the hell installed legs on my throne?!

I'm about to fight those fly-like people to the death, and you still have to mess with my mentality like this?!

As the throne moved, the palace, built on the highest mountain in the eighteenth level of hell, also began to move.

From the foot of the mountain to the summit, the demon army, having just completed their mental preparation for the final battle amidst their leader's roar, suddenly saw that their great BOSS's palace had grown four legs... and left?!

WTF!!

With all the demons of Hell fleeing, our eternal leader, Satan, held his ground, vowing to live and die with Hell. This moved us lesser demons, and in less than three hours...

He...he could have easily run away and left us here to die, buying him time...

But he's even moving out of his own house?

The demons exchanged glances, and the newly assembled lineup and the hard-won morale vanished completely.

escape!

Run!

Chapter 477 A Wedding

"I finally escaped from that old bastard, but it seems I haven't completely escaped..."

"Damn... how did I run into C137, and why is he standing right in front of the birdman's wedding..."

Standing at the entrance to a super grand wedding, one that would go down in history in terms of bounty, Morty squinted at C137, who was also squinting. C137 Morty stood between the two, trying to ease the tension between them.

C137 Morty didn't quite understand why his Rick was so hostile towards him, but that didn't stop him from turning to the outside world with both arms.

Okay! Don't bully Morty! He's my good friend!

Even a super-strong man like C137 couldn't openly admit in front of his entire family that he hated Morty because last time he was taking a dump, that damned Morty threw a moon at him, causing him...

FUCK!!!

My darkest moment in life!!!

I'll send a message to those bounty hunters later and tell them to come and cause trouble for you and Grandpa!!!

C137 snorted at Morty and immediately turned and walked into the wedding. He desperately needed several barrels of strong liquor to warm his wounded heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, he's just like this all the time, it's kind of weird, please don't take it to heart. Long time no see, how have you been lately?"

"It's nothing... Are there any spaceships nearby that go to the multidimensional port? I plan to leave."

Upon hearing that Morty, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, was leaving, C137 Morty was somewhat unhappy, as things weren't going well for him at home.