Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Hey...you really are...you...hey! Why did you leave!"

"It's so boring! It's all this nonsense again, like the eternal theme of the universe is killing. It's pointless. I'm not interested in this crap anymore. It's so damn annoying! I'm leaving!"

As Morty turned and walked toward the gate, he made sure to explain to the little guy why he wasn't following after them.

Because it's boring...

I've experienced this kind of thing far too many times.

Even Morty himself has figured out a set of patterns.

When you commit a certain act in the past, there is a very high probability that you will be betrayed in the future. Hatred is like a seed; if planted in suitable soil, it will take root, sprout, and eventually bear sweet fruit of revenge.

The man in front of me is a fly-man spy from the Galactic Empire who has infiltrated the birdmen's ranks.

They were most likely killed by enemies the birdman had made back then.

So now it's only natural that I should leave.

The grand spectacle of the Birdman wedding is nearing its end. C137 and his team escaped capture; only the bride died, and the Birdman suffered a devastating blow...

From a certain perspective, could it be considered a victory?

Only when the birdman's heart is wounded can the world achieve its goals?

However, after forcefully pushing open the door and seeing the chaotic battle that had just begun outside, Morty felt that he had made a premature judgment and was being too hasty.

Troop transport ships, obscuring the sky, flew out from inside the mothership's cabin, which was hovering 10,000 meters high.

Once a certain safe altitude was reached, the spacecraft opened its hatch and began to deploy fully armed troops to the ground like rain.

Heavy, low-altitude spaceships are relentlessly firing bullets at the ground, erasing one 'bird's nest' after another from the face of the earth.

Ground armored vehicles unleashed their full firepower, firing more ammunition per second than a massive storm.

The birdman town, which was filled with the festive atmosphere during the day, is now engulfed in flames. Wails of agony fill the air as people are killed by explosions and consumed by the flames.

Morty, feeling no emotion whatsoever, coldly glanced at the birdmen being slaughtered.

All of this has nothing to do with him.

While enjoying the protection the Birdmen provide in the universe, you must also bear the consequences of the hostile relationship between the Birdmen and the Galactic Empire.

But this world doesn't stop targeting you just because you adopt an indifferent attitude.

This shrine, now used for weddings, is the Fly Man's most important target.

The first person to walk out of the main entrance is naturally the focus of most fly-like people's attention.

C167 Morty!

A formidable opponent naturally has a worthy adversary.

After Dark Mo obtained the Time-Space Hound, he successfully bribed a high-ranking official in the Galactic Empire with a drop of the dog's saliva.

This would allow them to reintegrate this nearly extinct animal into the Galactic Empire's armed forces, giving their hunting power a 300% buff.

Is it simply a matter of making full use of the resources already invested in this arrest operation?

No problem!

This deal is really a great deal!

Even if they all die, there's nothing to regret!

Thus, without anyone notifying the spy bride, she became the first victim of this massacre.

Dark Mo personally took action, sending this deeply entrenched bride, who was ultimately betrayed by her own people, to her death.

For this reason...

Enraging all of the birdmen's friends, including C137.

By luring the tiger away from the mountain, the Galactic Empire then captures C137 Morty and his three companions. If they can also capture Birdman, they will have even more chips in their hands!

But as the new curtain rises, the second victim... is not a member of the bird-people outside, but the commander in the command center.

To the astonishment of his colleagues, he drew his small energy pistol from his waist and, with extreme reluctance but also with no other choice, blasted his own head apart with a single shot.

Before the new orders arrived, they had already communicated with the highest levels, and the presence of C167 Morty there made the entire operation too risky, even potentially capable of accomplishing anything. Ultimately, everyone was clearly informed that the operation was canceled...

Suddenly, a private order came from a high-ranking official.

Let everything proceed as planned again...

If he doesn't die, then what awaits him is definitely not a prison cell and a trial.

Instead, they go to great lengths to smear him, defame everything about him, and deny all his hard work and sacrifices, because even if all of them died, it wouldn't affect that important figure in the slightest...

But what if I survive until the end of this arrest operation and am used by their political enemies?

Then the rest of the family members can forget about living.

After the second person officially died.

These were countless bird-people, men, women, and children.

Large numbers of birdmen died like rice being harvested; they were utterly helpless against these formidable enemies that C137 had meticulously prepared for.

They formed a special assault team specifically for an opponent like C137. How could these birdmen, whose numbers might not even be as many as Bubba's in the space war, possibly resist them?

Feeling that none of this concerned him and not wanting to participate in the battle, Morty chose a less crowded path and walked down it.

After several intersections.

Moty stopped in the middle of the intersection.

Seven or eight enemies, dressed in silver power armor and wielding melee weapons and old-fashioned flintlock pistols, emerged from four shops directly opposite the intersection.

No nonsense.

The other party took direct action.

An enchanted net, capable of preventing a soul from escaping through its soul form, was cast towards Morty.

Immediately following was a close-quarters hand-to-hand combat.

"Ridiculous...I don't need these things at all right now!"

Chapter 485 The Sanchez family must die

It was a dark energy pillar that shot straight into the sky at the speed of light as soon as it appeared, even entering the depths of space, and then spread nearly 500 meters in 0.5 seconds, annihilating all inanimate and living things along its path.

When this energy disappears.

All that was left on the ground was a deep pit, more than 500 meters wide, with its height reduced by 10 meters.

At this moment, Dark Mordred, who had officially shaken off his pursuers with the help of the Galactic Empire, saw someone's energy-sweeping attack method through the monitor screen.

The smile on his face, which had just been smug about having outmaneuvered C137 and caused the capture of C137 Morty and his crew, vanished completely.

How come he gets stronger every time I see him again?

Are you even being reasonable?!

No matter how many drugs you take, you can't achieve such a rapid leap in combat power... No! This is like taking a rocket to space, reaching the sun on equal footing!

You used to use cannon fodder tactics and hack and slash, playing the shameless gang-fighting tactic of one man against a thousand, and that was one thing. But now you've had an epiphany... you realize that energy-based ground control is a more practical method?

No matter how many enemies there are, just unleash a torrent of energy and slam it right into their faces.

What kind of world is this?

A magical world?

Why would a normal person like you want to be the main gunner of a starship?

However, since Dark Mordred has already decided to start a new round of conflict between C137, the anti-Galactic Empire warriors, and the Galactic Empire today.

So he naturally didn't mind taking care of the other guy as well.

Damn it! They've been causing me trouble all along...

Last time, they even messed around with my previous image. Who do you think you are?

Don't we have to pay the price for what we've done?

With both old and new grudges combined, Dark Mo, who had traveled 300 kilometers away from this town through the permanent small portal, made up his mind.

He turned his gaze away from the monitor and looked at the fly-like man three meters away, who was expecting him to make a deal with him about "Time Hound".

A vast empire cannot exist with only one faction, and Dark Mo is no novice either. So he found two groups and made deals with them for the Time-Space Hounds.

He handed the sealed tube containing the blood of the Time-Space Hound to a Fly Man.

The other side used testing equipment to confirm that the DNA inside was exactly what they wanted.

shake hands.

It was a pleasure working with you.

Immediately afterwards, four fly-like men carried in an iron cage that was half a meter high from the ground.

Inside sat a weak and powerless young girl, who was trying her best to remain calm in this critical moment.

Looking at this man who bore the same face as her own father, she said in an icy tone, "What you're doing will ultimately get you killed. He'll definitely find out you did it."

"No, no, no, because you didn't have a chance to tell him... about everything you saw here."

When Dark Mo finished speaking, he paused twice, as if he had some difficulty saying the rest of his sentence. However, he still finished speaking and gave the fly-men a deep look.

Finally, he took out a special metal box and took out some strangely shaped pills from inside.

After taking it out, Dark Mo did not intend to feed the pill to the other party. Instead, after the pill entered the iron cage, it came into contact with something invisible to the naked eye and then completely dissolved, with all the substances merging into her body.

Looking at the little girl who had fallen into a deep sleep, a hint of regret flashed in Xiao Mo's dark eyes.

The little girl in front of me is innocent.

But sometimes... you have to pay a price for something.

Especially when it comes to someone like Morty, who has had similar experiences to himself, Dark Morty feels a strange sense of identification every time he sees him.

They all had very happy childhoods, being pampered and spoiled at home, with their needs endlessly met. But what happened later...

In short, Morty's daughter, Quinn, gave Dark Morty the feeling that she was his own daughter, a feeling he knew was very dangerous to him.