Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

The other fly-like figures in the command room: "..."

The newly crowned Pope of the Golden Crispy Noodle Cult, who had just risen to power through sheer force of fists: "..."

As Morty's voice faded, everyone in the command room had the same thought pop into their minds.

So that guy who always looked terrifying suddenly turned into a mind-polluting golden crispy noodle...

Is it a Morty?

Otherwise, why would he say that Rick is on his way to kill them?

With Rick's infamous reputation for being able to grab even a dog and slap it when he walks down the street, who in the entire universe, besides Morty, would dare to get so close to Rick?

No wonder he was so upset when asked about the god's name earlier...

He said something indescribable...

Anyone would know they couldn't pray to Morty if they knew they were going to...

Chapter 107 Civilizations Not Yet in the Interstellar Age

"Everyone, you should all be aware of the problems we are facing now, right?"

"The mysterious being we just decided to worship is actually a Morty..."

"Rick is on his way to kill us!"

Inside the command center, the fleet commander, holding an emergency meeting, asked everyone with a grim expression and barely suppressed anger.

The expressions of the attendees naturally mirrored those of the commander.

No one would laugh out loud at this moment.

Because within just a few hours.

Such bizarre events happening one after another made them wonder if they had forgotten to check the almanac before going out.

First, they were ordered by their superiors to come to this universe and arrest Morty, a daring man who dared to rob a vault.

So this is where we ended up.

Good guy!

First, more than twenty spaceships mysteriously exploded!

Then a guy who looked intimidating jumped out and threatened them, using their fear to force them to join the eye-watering Golden Crispy Noodle Cult.

That's fine then...

After all, this mysterious guy looks pretty fierce too.

I'll just find an older brother for you.

Now look what's happened. Less than four hours after they recognized each other as their leader, a Rick jumped out and was about to kill them, while this Rick's Morty was tipping them off, telling them to run away quickly.

Aren't you two just messing around?

They're treating us like idiots!

Jesus!

Completely baffled by Rick and Morty's schemes, the flies gathered together, unable to come up with a solution even after a long time.

In the end, everyone decided to run away first.

Staying here will definitely lead to my demise.

It's better to run first and think later.

The atmosphere livened up a bit when the topic of running away came up. After all, nobody wanted to stay put and hold a stupid meeting when they knew Rick was on his way.

"Let's go!"

A simple sentence sent the entire fleet into a panic, and they began a faster-than-light jump towards the multidimensional customs.

Whenever the Galactic Empire has essentially established control over a universe, it will inevitably set up a massive portal that serves as a comprehensive service.

It is one of the most important transportation hubs in the Galactic Empire.

It can be said.

Multidimensional customs ensures that the Galactic Empire can utilize multiple universes as a 99% safe human resource training base.

Through a constant stream of new life, this group of flies can expand indefinitely and have enough manpower to control countless universes.

As for AI?

Just help me out.

Forget about fairy tales about robot rebellions and the rise of AI!

If you push us too far, we'll show you that Rick isn't the only one who's a tough guy who'll slap any dog ​​he sees on the street!

Of course, whether it's fierce or not depends on the target.

Morty says his Rick is coming, these guys from the third-tier Fly army of the Galactic Empire that rules over countless universes.

When it runs, it's incredibly fast.

They completely ignored the issue of the thruster breaking under load.

All I want to do is rush to the multidimensional customs as quickly as possible and escape back to my own universe from there.

but...

Things are often not so smooth.

A spaceship traveling faster than light cannot change direction arbitrarily, otherwise a series of very troublesome and difficult problems will easily occur.

The entire fleet was traveling faster than the speed of light in the same direction.

If one of the spaceships in front suddenly stops...

The scene was even more horrific than a multi-vehicle pileup on the highway.

boom! ! !

The scout ships at the forefront of the fleet are usually selected as special vessels that are small in size, highly maneuverable, weak in firepower, and have complex electronic components.

Some of the more advanced ships can even come to an abrupt stop while traveling at faster-than-light speed!

Even though this three-line fleet did have a scout ship capable of making an emergency stop, it still didn't do much good.

That transparent wall seemed to appear out of thin air without any warning.

This expensive, multi-functional vessel was instantly smashed into a bloody pulp!

And this is just the beginning.

As more and more spaceships began to approach.

One spaceship after another crashed into that transparent wall, while Indian roti was being produced at a high speed of 2 to 3 pieces per second.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

On a planet near the ambush point chosen by Grandpa.

The Fishman Kingdom, which has just built the world's first real-view astronomical telescope, is conducting the world's first live broadcast of space.

Billions of fish-men scattered across the twelve oceans.

Whether they are poor fish-men living 30 meters below sea level, middle-class fish-men living 500 meters below sea level, or even noble fish-men living on the seabed.

At this moment, regardless of their wealth or social status, they are all glued to the television.

We eagerly anticipate the first step for the fish-men to open their eyes to space.

"Honey, stop working! We're about to witness history today!"

A young fish-man couple living near the shallow seabed. The wife sat in front of a conch-shaped television, urging her husband, who was outside the door, to hurry up and come in to witness history.

Outside the door, her husband was busy wielding his tools, chiseling a pinhole-sized hole in each seashell, one on each side.

Hearing his wife's call, the husband paused his work briefly, and after listening to her words, he continued with his task.

"Honey, hurry up! It's about to start!"

"Honey, let's stop what you're doing!"

"Honey! Come on! Today's a big day! Let's take a break!"

Despite his wife's repeated urgings, the husband, who was working outside the door, ignored them. He had long since learned how to block out his wife's words through their long-term relationship.

Because for him...

Witnessing history?

Don't we live in history?

Every day we experience will be statistically analyzed by a so-called scholar using a series of numbers and a few words, even decades from now.

'Average annual income in Xiawei City in 20XX...'

Oh...

Isn't this the very reason we sardines exist...?

Humpback whales sprout wings and soar into the sky, venturing into space—that's their business. All I know is that I have to string together 600 seashells every day just to support my family.

The exhausted husband shook his aching fins, and glancing at them, he remembered that these fins hadn't always looked like this...

It was very smooth back then, very...

"Honey!!! Something terrible has happened!!!"

Hearing his wife's sudden shrill cry, the husband, whose hearing had automatically returned, rushed into the house. Following his wife's fish fin, he saw...

A group of oddly shaped spaceships are constantly colliding with each other in space.

Fiery red explosions continued one after another.

The metal fragments from the shattered spaceships were spreading in all directions.

And standing in space, facing the explosion, a solitary figure...

"So we spent so much money and time just to see how aliens kill aliens..."