Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

This is definitely because they stole the vault, and the Galactic Empire sent people to get their money back.

Okay~

Let's take them out first.

Anyway, the solution is simple.

By tampering with the ammunition depot and generator, and relying on its ability to pass through walls, it can achieve zero combat throughout the entire process.

With that in mind, Morty randomly picked a spaceship that wasn't far from him.

It went through the wall, damaged the generator, and caused an explosion.

The process was so smooth and easy that after being repeated several times, Morty began to doubt whether these Flymen were even genuine.

But when Morty thought about how those purple-armored fly-men could avoid being controlled by the black and white lines world, he felt that these fly-men weren't so weak after all.

So where exactly do all these problems lie?

Morty didn't know what the problem was, and neither did the fleet's commander.

After several strange explosions occurred in the fleet, he immediately ordered all ships in the fleet to be on high alert and activated all scanners.

Even in his vaporized state, Morty remained cautious.

Furthermore, the shockwave generated during the explosion also affected the normal operation of the scanner.

This resulted in the scanner being able to catch up with Morty even when it was almost there, but just before it could fully capture his signal.

The explosion directly interrupted the scanning signal.

After several such attacks, even though the Galactic Empire had already developed numerous versions of response manuals for dealing with various strange creatures, the situation remained unchanged.

Even before they could identify what Morty was, the Fly People on every ship had already begun to feel a fear of the unknown.

Because everyone knows.

The fact that the unknown entity couldn't eliminate them all at once indicates that its strength is very limited; at most, it can only deal with one ship at a time.

Therefore, before it can be completely locked down, someone will inevitably be used as cannon fodder to kill it.

Nobody wants to be cannon fodder.

Of course, if they knew that the captain of the ship Morty had just appeared on already knew that Morty was Morty.

His immediate refusal to report it was precisely so that he could claim credit after fully capturing Morty.

They will definitely find that bastard captain's body and then whip his corpse for ten thousand years!!!

Have you gotten too cocky, or have we become too weak to wield our swords?

This is Morty!

No matter how he appears!

Rick must be behind him!

You actually want to capture Morty alone!

Crazy!

As time ticked by, and one ship after another exploded from uncontrolled nuclear fusion, the space the scanner needed to capture became smaller and smaller.

Since Morty cannot teleport, his actions must have a trajectories.

If you stand far enough away, it's easy to see which direction he's heading.

Then the black mist that Morty had transformed into gradually appeared on the screens of all the ships.

"Holy crap? What is this thing? Where's the analyzer? And hurry up and get the matrix AI to match it with the big database!"

"Quickly! Analyze it! See what it actually is!"

"Please don't let it be the Qi Cloud Monster! Please don't let it be the Qi Cloud Monster!"

A group of normally composed captains were starting to lose their composure due to the loss of more than twenty ships, and they just wanted to know what this thing was as soon as possible.

When the analyzer displays the matching data.

All the captains and others in the command room gasped in shock.

this...

Chapter 105 Golden Crispy Noodles

Shocking! Why does the octopus-faced naked man look so melancholy as he sits on a stone platform?

Why is the mysterious figure cosplaying as The Thinker?

Is it a monster or a god?

Since the last time the reality show on Ruicheng TV touched on the Cthulhu universe, that universe filled with all sorts of bizarre gods has also become a new topic of conversation within the Galactic Empire.

An indescribable horror!

This word has become a new buzzword that people often use when talking about flies.

After all, for most fly people...

They weren't so unlucky as to be assigned to fight Cthulhu...

But now, the things we say all the time have actually come true...

The analyzer compared the Galactic Empire's vast database and discovered that the creature destroying the spaceship was actually an Old One.

How could this not instill fear in people?

"What do we do! What do we do! Even the Imperial United Front Department hasn't been able to find the weaknesses of these monsters! We're just a third-line force at best! We can't possibly defeat them!"

"Don't panic! Don't panic! Everyone listen to the commander's instructions!"

"Help! I'm the only son in my family for three generations! I'm the heir to our family line..."

"Get lost! We're not viviparous! If you keep pretending, do you believe I'll shove you back into the ditch?"

This fear of a new universe and a new enemy, the moment it appeared in the Fly Man's mind, surged toward Morty, who was busy at work.

And Morty quickly noticed it.

Sensing the invigorating scent, Morty slowly stopped what he was doing, lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds. Then, as if he had gained some insight, he slowly smiled.

Perhaps for some people, emotions are simply emotions, expressed through facial muscles, tone of voice, body language, and implicit meanings in their words.

But I've spent a lot of time with my maternal grandfather.

Morty knew that emotions were not emotions; they were simply specific compounds secreted by glands in the brain in response to certain situations.

Joy, sadness, anger, fear—these so-called emotions do not exist without the normal secretion of certain compounds.

So for Morty...

Once he sensed the fear, he fully realized what was happening.

An indescribable... fear!

To possess and use the power of the Great Old Ones, one must understand the essence of the Kelvin world.

I am now feeling fear.

Immediately, a force began to surge within his body.

Immediately afterwards, Morty could feel his body expanding and growing stronger.

With enough fear, one's body could even take over the entire universe, and at that point, one would be the sole god of that universe!

Fueled by this fear, Morty began to swell his body, taking up more and more space on the spaceship's scanner.

Although Morty's vaporized form is black, it's not a particularly noticeable color in the universe.

But as the fly-men in each command room looked at the dazzling Milky Way before them, the light emanating from the thousands of stars was gradually being blocked by a black mist.

Until only complete darkness remained.

Every fly-man has cold hands and feet.

Of course, not everyone is a coward.

There are always bold people in a crowd.

Some ships opted for full firepower, intending to use conventional weapons to show Morty, the half-Old One, what the courage of the Flymen was!

Ran and egg.

Without using weapons specifically designed for spirit entities, even the largest blast wave would only scatter Morty's body slightly; it wouldn't actually harm him.

And the more cowardly Flymen provided Morty with the fear he needed.

It also made him vaguely feel that he had formed some kind of connection with these fly-men.

In a daze, Morty felt that he should have a statue erected for him...

It's like Cthulhu wanting to create an octopus-faced humanoid statue for himself.

But wouldn't that violate the unspeakable terror?

Damn... this place is totally a bug...

[It's clearly a fear of the unknown, yet it insists on having a physical form to show the other person what they should be afraid of?]

No, no, my line of thinking is wrong...

The correct approach shouldn't be about fearing the unknown, but rather... fearing the unknown that is known...

【Jesus!】

If I were to erect a statue, I wouldn't want one with those octopus tentacles or anything like that...

[Should I... erect a five-clawed dragon?]

The thought of combining Cthulhu and a five-clawed golden dragon instantly satisfied Morty's wicked sense of humor.

What black? What giant red eye beneath the dark sea? What monsters that come ashore with the tides...?

This is comparable to a righteous five-clawed golden dragon suddenly revealing its true form, which is even more frightening.

Morty acted immediately.