Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Batman Rick had already turned around, his eyes beneath the eyepatch revealing a chilling aura.

"Yet another villain! Rick, Arkham Asylum is your final resting place!!!"

Chapter 600 Hastur's Amazing Life Journey (1)

"I am Hastur, the King in Yellow, the Nameless One, the Lord of the Deep Space, the mortal enemy and cousin of Cthulhu, and one of the Great Old Ones symbolizing 'wind.' If you are willing to pick up your phone now and send me a text message, I can grant you eternal life once I am freed. How about it?!"

At the foot of a mountain ten thousand meters high, Hastur, imprisoned in a special iron cage designed to prevent Cthulhu from escaping, placed his hands on the bars of the cage, his face, which was always covered by a yellow hood, pressed against the bars as well.

Standing three meters away from him was a desert child wearing a white robe and a headscarf.

Why would the mighty King in yellow be locked in an iron cage less than 50 centimeters in size, asking a child who happened to be passing by for help?

Answer: There are just too many powerful figures in the infinite universe!!

He was trapped in that cave, thinking that he could sleep for millions of years. By then, forget about Rick or not, his planet might have been destroyed several times over.

But~

The sealing device that Rick helped Diane forge had a major problem: it didn't effectively block signals...

It is nearly impossible for a living Great Old One to conceal the 'scent' emanating from its body.

Therefore, some people naturally followed the 'scent' and came here.

First, there was that clown Rick.

This guy may be crazy, but he doesn't seem to care whether he can return to the infinite universe, so Hastur seized that one and only chance to escape!

He seemed to be thinking about the dark matter world for about half a minute.

Hastur figured that if he returned to the finite central curve, he would definitely be caught by his grandfather again, so he might as well go to the true infinite universe and find a quiet place where no one would disturb him.

So he... quickly arrived at Rick's Arkham Asylum, or simply: the Asylum.

Inside the square building, which is 3,000 meters high and 100,000 meters long and wide, are imprisoned one terrifying character after another who requires long-term treatment and whose mental state is extremely insane and chaotic.

Coincidentally, he passed through the dark matter world and arrived at the entrance of the asylum, where a masked Batman named Rick, who still showed his chin and his explosive hairstyle, was also there.

A cool black two-seater tactical vehicle with an ultra-low chassis, and a three-headed alien being escorted by him to an asylum.

"You? You seem to possess an extremely evil aura!"

With a deep voice, Hastur was grabbed by Batman Rick. Before he lost consciousness, he only remembered that the other man pounced on him like a giant bat falling from the sky.

Although he now tries to make this scene as close as possible to 'eagle spreading its wings' when he recalls it, he still feels guilty.

It can only be considered as a 'skinny bird spreading its wings'.

"Alas, I, the mighty King in Yellow, was once a man of some standing in the Cthulhu universe. How did I end up like this?"

Seeing that the child in front of him had no intention of coming to his rescue.

Hastur simply lay flat.

Because this anti-Cthulhu cage, designed by Batman Rick, even his signature yellow seal cannot be released outside the cage.

The exclusive yellow diamond that once captivated countless believers... cough cough! The exclusive yellow seal has now lost its prestige.

What kind of world is this...?

The finite central curve is already teeming with villains, but the infinite universe is even more rife with them, from giant bats hunting down mentally ill criminals to the insane clown Rick.

"Someone please save me..."

Hastur, who had completely given up, lay on the ground like a squid on a hot iron plate, just like before. Only the dozen or so tentacles under his yellow coat moved occasionally, proving that he was still a tiny bit away from being a hot iron plate squid.

A long wait.

More and more people gathered around Hastur.

Rick, the Batman, a meticulous man who pays great attention to detail, deliberately chose a planet with a very underdeveloped civilization to temporarily imprison Hastur.

the reason is simple.

The more technologically advanced a civilization is, the more it likes to send out a group of "experts" to conduct various experiments using their high-precision instruments when they encounter things they cannot understand.

In most cases, no accidents will occur.

The worst-case scenario is that those most intelligent and cultured guys might insist on figuring out what Hastur is, and then, by sheer luck, release him.

Therefore, a non-technological, dangerous creature is temporarily housed.

The best approach is to look for primitive civilizations that did not enter the industrial age.

Because of their level of technology, when faced with unknown creatures, they only have two options: to offer them food or to stay away.

Or you could treat Hastur as a god or a mysterious creature, place him on the highest stone platform, and then hold some shamanistic rituals, bonfire parties, killing sprees, and the like.

Or perhaps this place should be regarded as a forbidden land of demons, and even a thousand years later, the legend of the giant squid on an iron plate in an iron cage still circulates on this land.

In short, Hastur wanted to escape using a group of unregistered natives.

It's better to pin our hopes on these guys and put firewood next to the iron cage to burn. Maybe if it burns for a long time, the iron cage will break, and he can escape.

"Sigh...why am I so miserable..."

As the surrounding natives began to communicate in their strange languages ​​more and more frequently, some of the bolder ones started using stones from the ground to test their own limits.

Hastur, who had been hit in the face with several stones, found himself increasingly nostalgic for the world of Cthulhu.

The wonderful Cthulhu world.

The Old Ones, Outer Gods, and Old Gods formed a harmonious family.

Initially, everyone would wake up once every few million years, then warm up and fight.

Later, although their Great Old Ones were sealed away, they could still be omnipresent, using their followers to play more complex and miniature games.

Until Rick's arrival at the end, everything changed.

"Ugh..."

Hastur, lying flat on the ground, looked at the azure sky and increasingly missed those days filled with laughter and joy.

How wonderful it would be if there were no Rick...

and many more...

Hastur jerked to his feet, having bumped his head on the metal bar, but then something suddenly occurred to him...

Is there any possibility?

Could they use dark matter energy to carry out a Rick-style purge?

As for whether countless people will lose their lives along the way, would the mighty King in Yellow care about such collateral damage?

hiss!

This has potential!

However, with his abilities restricted, Hastur had no way of accessing the dark matter world, so his gaze gently fell upon these uncivilized natives.

"It's time to summon the giant toad..."

Chapter 601: Can't the four of them beat them?

Summoning the Great Old Ones is an extremely dangerous thing in most worlds.

The Great Old Ones are capricious, and some could even be said to have almost no intelligence, acting entirely on instinct. Most of the time, they will ignore summoning.

But once it is summoned, it means disaster is about to strike.

"Who dares to disturb the slumber of the great toad... cough cough! Satogua! And do they know! Your birth signifies..."

"Geez! What's that masked, smelly old man here? He looks a bit like Rick... Rick Hastur! From this day forward, our blood feud will be ten thousand times deeper than your feud with Cthulhu!!!"

"Holy crap! Don't arrest me! I'm sorry! I'll never use that flashy, environmentally polluting entrance again!"

Hastur, taking advantage of the uncivilized savages' tendency to imitate, forced them to recite the incantation used for internal communication among the Great Old Ones.

According to the information, Hastur summoned his giant toad, Satogua, for a very cool entrance.

The terrifying complete form is merely a standard feature upon its appearance.

Just like any big shot with a bit of prestige makes an entrance, there must be light pollution, noise pollution, and a smile that is both gentle and full of powerful confidence. How could the giant toad miss out on these?

A distinctively Rick-esque, glossy green circular halo, encircling the toad's back 62 times, symbolizes his guess about old Rick's true age...

And then there's the noise pollution-level background music. Anyone who hears it feels like countless toads are desperately trying to create a concerto with their croaking, but it just turns into a flood of noise that drowns out everyone's ears.

As for the gentle yet powerfully confident smile on his lips.

Upon his appearance, seeing Batman Rick and four unconscious men beside him, he immediately turned into a smirk.

The giant toad stared intently at Hastur with its bright, piercing eyes, as if its eyes could blaze with fire as its anger rose.

At this moment, the flames that ignite Hastur will surely reach a trillion degrees.

Because he had never seen anything so outrageous!

We parted ways in the dark matter world and agreed to meet again in a million years, but what have you been up to behind the scenes without saying a word?

Now they've recruited me too?

Don't think I have a bad memory!

Among the guys lying on the ground, it's obvious that Grandpa and Morty are there. They're both unconscious. Do you think I don't know that Rick, the only one awake, is a 100% ruthless character?

"This really isn't my fault..."

Hastur was completely bewildered by the sudden turn of events; it felt like a dream.

They had just managed to summon the giant toad through the natives.

A portal opened right in front of him, and two Ricks and two Mortys were dragged over by Bat Rick. Just then, the giant toad appeared, carrying 62 round, glossy green halos.

Isn't this a coincidence?

Wow! What a coincidence!

"Look at me! You bastard who betrayed your friends!!!"

Before it could even resist, the giant toad was bound hand and foot by Bat Rick's skillful ropes and thrown to the ground.