Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

But the other party went so far as to pull out a gun from his waist and continue attacking him!

Their extremely cold expressions made it seem as if they had been pierced through the stomach by a spear of dark matter energy, and the people sitting there as meat skewers were not them at all.

"Fuck! What kind of monstrosities are these?"

Feeling like he'd run into a bunch of mentally unstable Ricks, Morty decided to ignore them and headed towards the customs exit, intending to see if he could get a...

"C137 Morty? What are you doing here???"

The appearance of C137 Morty stopped Morty in his way. He looked at the little guy in front of him, who seemed to have just experienced grief and anger and had not yet recovered.

He nervously glanced to his left and right.

Whatever you do, don't run into C137. Last time at Birdman's wedding, he didn't even bother with C137 Morty and just walked away.

If these two guys, who roam the universe all over the place, were to catch us now...

"I need you to help me bury someone."

Chapter 519: The Prologue to "The Three Mos' Battle for Supremacy"

"Wow, that guy died a really tragic death..."

"They've been beaten to a pulp, losing at least dozens of kilograms of flesh, yet they're still so heavy?"

"By the way, do you need any help? I'm in a hurry to get another civilization into the electric age!"

Morty erected a wall of mental energy, reaching out to the increasingly weak attacks from the Ruicheng assault team, while standing and watching C137 Morty try to drag the very heavy guy outside with his thin arms.

Although I don't know much about what happened between the two of them before.

But after being refused when Morty tried to help, C137 Morty could only slowly drag the headless guy on the ground to the port outside customs.

Of course, that's impossible...

In the multiverse stock market, where you can easily fluctuate by hundreds of times, how could you possibly watch someone else slowly dragging a corpse with a determined look on their face, and then create a sense of tragic heroism that moves them?

We're Morty, you know!!!

Why drag him along when there's a portal available?

So Morty opened a portal directly in front of C137 Morty and then gestured for him to come in.

After being glared at by someone, Morty, along with a corpse, stepped through the portal and appeared on the other side of the customs house...

When Morty saw that he was still in the customs area after opening the portal.

He immediately deduced that there must be some kind of spatial signal concentrator in this place, like a magnet, which would concentrate all the transmission signals entering this universe into this multidimensional customs.

He'd encountered something like this with his grandfather before; it's generally not very useful, but if used properly...

Yes, just like the Galactic Empire fleets that appear outside the multidimensional customs right now, accompanied by blinding white lights.

Once the decision is made to send a signal into this universe, there is no need to spend time locking onto the delivery location. As long as the signal is sent, it will inevitably appear near the signal source.

When Morty was presented with tens of thousands of warships, his face fell.

Last time, I risked my life to kill so many of them, but in the end, facing an almost endless reinforcement force, I could only scare them off with dark matter explosions.

Who would have thought that a galactic empire spanning countless universes would still resort to sheer numbers in the interstellar age? It's utterly infuriating...

Since fighting is out of the question, let's run away!

Morty glanced at C137 Morty, who refused to let go of the corpse even at the cost of his life. This time, he dared not abandon C137 Morty as he had done before.

Otherwise, even with Grandpa's intervention, C137 would definitely have killed him this time...

He didn't believe that his grandfather could compete with C137 in a direct physical confrontation, so since C137 Morty wanted to take the corpse with him, let's carry him together and escape quickly!

At this moment, C137 Morty, who had also noticed the Flyman warships outside, was no longer dragging the corpses alone.

The two dragged the guy by his legs and ran outside.

Far away in Ruicheng, Dark Mo is smashing furniture...

"Fuck! That son of a bitch Morty, why is he so persistent! I specifically chose this universe and devised this almost perfect trap plan, just one step away from dragging C137 into the mud! Why does he have to show up here again?!"

It let out a beast-like roar that terrified the Mortys passing by outside, and then smashed all the furniture inside except for the computer.

Completely enraged, Dark Morty finally made up his mind: since you P850 Rick and C167 Morty are always ruining my plans.

Then let's not talk about reconciliation!

War! War the hell!!!

You! Me! And that C137 Morty, let's have a good game and see which Morty is the real King of Morty!

"You forced my hand! Don't blame me for being ruthless!!!"

Dark Morty, who always acts with strategy, is repeatedly...

You could even say, "Did you put a tracking device on me, or a camera on my back? How come you always manage to provoke me into doing something so conveniently?"

Dark Morty, who had long sensed the impending doom when Morty repeatedly thwarted his plans, activated a backup plan to ensure his main plan would not be disrupted—"The Three Mortys' Battle for Supremacy"!

After entering this command into the computer.

Installed on a certain planet, this colossal device, disguised as an 8,000-meter-high mountain by blocks of rock, began to shake off the rocks upon activation. The entire spire-like structure, now fully assembled, slowly lowered forward, its central hexagonal metal body and the skeleton nested on its apex.

A massive, tightly bound metal net, supported by a black skeleton, slowly revealed its true form to the planet.

Finally, a giant web that looked like a black spider web appeared on the planet and began sending signals into countless universes.

Forced into this situation, Dark Morty was forced to use one of his secret weapons, which made him very uncomfortable. That's why he wanted Morty to destroy it properly.

Although he couldn't kill Morty because of his grandfather, killing someone is just a matter of striking their head; the real way to destroy a person is to destroy their spirit.

And in every family with Jerry, Beth, Sammy, and Morty, regardless of whether Rick is there, a whole host of questions will take root in the heart of any Morty.

So this is what I'm going to do!

Destroy Morty's inner world!

The computer's notification sound told Dark Mo that the machine had locked onto the two guys, so he pressed the Enter key on the keyboard.

next second.

In the center of a giant, spiderweb-like web, a black, hexagonal column shot out a powerful, glossy green beam of energy into the depths of space.

After easily penetrating the cosmic wall and traveling an unknown distance—a distance where time is meaningless—they arrived in the universe where Morty and C137 Morty resided.

With only a bottle of cola's worth of energy remaining, it struck the teleportation gun on Morty, who had just been carrying the corpse onto the spaceship with C137 Morty, preparing for a cosmic high-speed chase.

In 0.001 seconds, the teleportation gun hit by the energy had its internal program directly altered, and then it opened a portal at Morty's feet on its own.

Morty tripped and fell. Just as he was about to fly up, he was hit by an energy attack and found himself in a grassland. He saw a familiar-looking guy standing on a blue boulder.

"Hello, C167 Morty, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. I really want to tear your face, which all Mortys hate, to shreds!"

"Dark Mo? You're the one who orchestrated all of this???"

at the same time...

In the C137 universe, C137 Beth and C137 Somme, who were finally rescued, returned home immediately after cooperating with COP's questioning during a sudden rain shower.

Because only C137 can rescue C137 Morty!

But the pickled cucumber was no longer on the workbench...

"What do we do! Where did he go?!"

"Don't panic! I remember Rick has a Phoenix Project! We should be able to find him!"

Chapter 520 Opening the Underground Base

"Jesus! I'm so scared! You want to kill me the moment you see me!"

"But~ I knew that with your current personality, you would attack me as soon as you saw me. You're as good at predicting as ever!"

"Forget it, Morty, you're no good at playing mind games. Just be a good energy turret and that's it."

Several spikes of mental energy pierced through Dark Mo's body, but since the opponent was just a holographic projection placed on a rock, it had no real effect.

However, a few details still appeared that made Morty feel strange.

First of all, how exactly did the other party get him to this place? It seemed like nothing was happening around him when suddenly a portal appeared beneath his feet and brought him here.

The problem is that the signal concentrator in that multi-dimensional customs area is still running.

How did they manage to do that?

Is it that your own technological level has surpassed that of the Galactic Empire in some aspect, or do you know how to crack the signal concentrator?

Secondly, what does it mean that I can predict things well?

I'm going to make money first today... whatever!

I'll settle this old score with you next time.

At this moment, Morty, who was focused entirely on the stock market, briefly considered how much his conflict with Dark Morty would affect his earning speed.

He decided to focus his attention back on the stock market, and to forget about that Dark Little Mo.

Stop circling around me like a stupid dog all day long.

I don't have any bones for you to eat.

The old man now only wants to use a starting position of 900 yuan and an amazing record of ending with 900 million yuan to show that scoundrel Grandpa what it means to be bold enough to make a stock rise many times over.

"Hey! Hurry up and send it back, I'm busy trading stocks!"

"I'm afraid it can't be like you... uh? Stock trading??? WTF? What the hell is stock trading???"

When Dark Morty heard that he was busy trading stocks, the holographic projection standing on the rock, whose face had been quite calm, gradually began to look comical.

It was a kind of initial stunned silence followed by anger, culminating in a self-deprecating smile mixed with a hint of 'I hate it so much'.

"Your facial muscles are out of control. Shouldn't you go to the hospital to get it checked out?"

"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now!"

Morty, who had no intention of playing happily with Dark Morty at this time, took out his teleportation gun and tried to open a portal in front of him.

But it was all for naught.