I am the savior, do you have any objection?

"Clang! Clang! Let me guess who stumbled into my trap. Was it you? Rick, the strongest in the universe but unable to protect his own family?"

Haha! Are those other friends from another world coming to our group? Oh! I'm so scared!

Your world must be terribly invaded by those flies! Actually, I have many creative ideas, but since I only want to record this one sentence for you, I used a simple method: to find a race that most of you would find disgusting to attack you!

If any of you end up causing the world to be destroyed because of me, don't be angry! Because you deserve it! Hahahaha!

"Bang!" Rick's popcorn bucket fell to the ground, scattering caramelized corn all over the floor.

But he didn't think so.

Because he saw it; his electronic eye identified the guy in just 0.01 seconds—the guy who had disappeared for over 30 years.

That guy named Kerry wasn't lying to me.

Chapter 432 We've gone a bit too far.

It seems like it won't stop, it seems like it won't disappear.

As Kerry continued killing, he began to feel somewhat tired.

It wasn't a matter of weakness in strength. At a moment when a single blow could take the lives of tens of thousands, even if all units of the Galactic Federation pressed the sacred F2A button on themselves.

Kerry doesn't feel tired even while playing and eating.

But this is a kind of mental boredom, like the fourth brother who has been playing with Bai Cinan for three months.

Although the other party was a handsome man who used to have magnetic powers, he had tried all sorts of tricks and perverted methods, and now he was just bored.

But it was precisely at this moment, when things were already getting boring, that things got boring.

Suddenly, a green portal appeared beside Kree.

Rick, carrying a cosmic-powered backpack and a portrait of himself, led Morty, who was dressed in an armor resembling that of the Astartes, out of the door.

"Are you ready, Morty? It's time to settle scores with those who were just killed."

Rick stared coldly at the overwhelming fleet of Flymen that appeared all around him.

"I'm coming!"

Morty, his face contorted with rage, also raised his weapon.

"You were just killed?" Kerry turned his head and looked at the grandfather and grandson who had just appeared, asking in confusion.

"If we hadn't been making a new teleportation gun, we wouldn't have arrived so late."

Rick did not answer the question directly.

Just moments after he hacked into the Galactic Federation's central network and saw that video, a pink bomb appeared from some unknown portal, destroying him and all his clothes and belongings. However, the bomb seemed to target only non-living things, and neither he nor Morty were injured.

Rick had temporarily created a set of transforming technology, intending to keep the Galactic Federation in chaos while the Space Customs returned to Earth.

He didn't want to use his trump card so early, especially when he discovered clues about the enemy and the enemy hadn't used them yet.

When they arrived at the space customs, those damn fly-like people insisted that they suspected they had hidden something in their clothes. It was just a routine check, and it was one of the rare cases where they really hadn't hidden anything.

To his utter surprise, he encountered a damned space security guard who treated his hemorrhoids like a contraband, frantically pulling and trying to grab them out.

Even after he explained, he wouldn't listen, and even claimed that he had deeply linked the contraband to his gastrointestinal tract.

In the end, Rick had no choice but to kill everyone at Customs. Before discovering their deaths, he destroyed the space device, then committed suicide to restart it. He then used Project Phoenix to transfer his consciousness to a clone, opened a portal, and arrived at the front lines.

Faced with Rick's sudden appearance and joining his side, Kerry didn't react in any other way, but simply changed direction and continued the slaughter.

"Ninety-seven hundred thousand horsepower! Sea Tiger Explosive Roar x5!"

Krijang opened his mouth, and a massive electromagnetic force, mixed with nuclear dynamism, erupted from within, ultimately merging with soul power and blasting outwards.

It was like fireworks exploding amidst a fleet of warships.

A powerful beam of light burst forth from in front of Kree, instantly engulfing and destroying everything in its path.

The explosions of countless spaceships created a fan-shaped vacuum zone in the light-year-scale universe.

Kerry continued to inhale, not only to replenish his depleted power, but also because although he felt that the level of power was difficult to compress, he could still continuously expand his reserves, or what is known as flow rate.

On the other side, Rick, seeing Kerry making such a big show of things, was not to be outdone.

He casually pulled out something that looked like a fountain pen and pressed it forward.

His weapon, powered by his exclusive formula "concentrated dark matter," was activated instantly.

This time, it seems he wasn't playing around; he didn't seem to enjoy the killing process at all.

A ray of light, as thin as a line, pierced through a distance of 20 kilometers, and then he gently waved the pen like a musician.

The super long-range ray, powerful enough to pierce the Earth multiple times, danced like a flickering light among the enemy fleet.

Each shake resulted in tens of thousands of warships being torn apart and pierced, and billions of lives dying at the hands of that old devil. But that old devil slid more than five times per second.

The white light created shadows that seemed to shatter vast stretches of starry sky, leaving only the exploding spaceships behind.

Although when he's having fun, he's just an old cyborg who gets beaten down by small fry.

But when he actually manufactures weapons with the intention of killing, the most terrifying person in the universe will appear.

When he joined forces with the Kree to fight against the Galactic Federation, even the most powerful government in the galaxy could not hold out for more than four hours.

Soon, in space.

A huge light screen projection appeared there; it was a white flag.

After understanding Earth's culture, they chose this method of surrender.

Looking around, the once bustling Starport had been reduced to smoking scrap metal.

The Galactic Federation's invincible fleet, which had brought countless civilizations to their knees, has turned to dust.

The unique cosmic beings with their various superpowers were crushed into dust by Kree's Whale-Slaying Fist.

The strongest protective barrier jointly constructed and the space-based weapons that were constantly firing like raindrops were both reduced to cosmic dust.

Rick had just headed towards the planet below, leaving Kerry as the only person in the universe at that moment.

In the cosmic ruins tens of thousands of kilometers away, Kree's ahoge (hair stick) flutters.

Surrounding them were billions of fly-like beings who had left their spaceship and entered the dangerous universe. They knelt on the most powerful weapon of their civilization, their hands clasped together, begging for forgiveness and pardon at the center of everything.

Even if they don't know exactly what they did wrong, it's still the same.

For countless millennia since their civilization abandoned religious beliefs, they have been forced to continue doing these most primitive things.

They pleaded with a god who now only exists in entertainment works to appear and protect them.

They pleaded with the god, who was inexplicably angry, to retract his idea of ​​destroying them.

Meanwhile, Rick, who had also facilitated all of this, had already appeared at the Galactic Federation's Capitol Building.

The sturdy fly waved its paws, begging for mercy.

This is the president of the Galactic Federation.

That's right. The information revealed that the leader of the Galactic Federation is also the president, and it seems that he was elected.

But Rick didn't stop in the face of the most powerful being in the entire galaxy who kept waving his hand.

He casually inserted a purple crystal into his brain, and then inserted it into his own.

Rick's mind raced through the images of this guy's life, and then he realized his mental defenses were being attacked, but he didn't care.

The real Rick opened the portal, activated the teleportation gun in the underground garage, and dragged the puppet, imbued with the same will as himself, along with the corpse of the Fly President, back into the portal.

"Hey?! You were using a fake identity with me the whole time?!"

Morty excitedly brandished his weapon.

“Sorry, you’re fake too.” Rick took a swig of his drink and sent a signal remotely. “Motty,” who had just been with him on his fake body to go on a killing spree, collapsed to the ground.

The instant Rick closed the portal, Morty, who had fallen to the ground, turned into white light.

Kerry turned his head, and under his gaze, the foundation upon which the Fly People had developed, their home planet, the cradle that had once given them birth, all turned into white light and disappeared into the universe in a flash.

Chapter 433 Rick's Answer

With their home planet destroyed, the Galactic Federation surrendered completely.

A vast regime whose sphere of influence spans the entire galaxy has surrendered unconditionally to an individual.

What was unbelievable actually happened, but neither of the parties involved took it seriously.

None of them appeared at the surrender ceremony.

The gates of hell, adorned with six-pointed stars, opened.

Kerry, carrying a tub of space strawberry-flavored ice cream, appeared directly at Rick's house.

"Wait! You can't do that! He'll be angry!"

Ignoring Morty's advice, Kerry went to the Sanchez's garage and opened the cellar door.

This place has a terrifying depth that is close to the Earth's core, and multiple layers of laboratories have been built here.

Instead of climbing the ladder, Kerry let go and allowed himself to fall through the other party's underground structure until he reached the 19th floor, where he stood in mid-air without any constraints.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he deflected a laser beam.

“I hate it when anyone enters my garage.”

Rick, who had been shot by a third hand that reached out from behind, was now fiddling with the two corpses he had brought back.

He plugged his own clone and the Galactic Federation president's head with a dense array of wires and connectors, then started typing on his computer.

“If you really hated it, you wouldn’t have shot at something that can’t hurt me at all.”

As he spoke, Kerry pulled out a tub of vanilla ice cream and threw it at Rick.

"If you think you know me well, then go to the second floor and see those guys living in brains in jars. They're all idiots who think they know me well."

Rick took the ice cream with his third hand, skillfully twisted it open, picked up the spoon, and put a spoonful into his mouth, but Rick's pounding didn't stop.

Rick has a special showroom in his basement.

Over the years, he imprisoned all those people he couldn't bear to kill, yet didn't want to disturb his life or cause him to develop extraneous feelings, in petri dishes.

It allows those people to indulge in the most wonderful dream of eternal carefree existence.

Rick, you're such a yandere now.

Ignoring what the old man was saying, Kerry simply crossed his arms and leaned casually against the escalator.

"So, did you find anything?"

"Whatever they find is none of your business. I won't allow anyone to get involved in this." Rick's face flashed with annoyance as he yelled in frustration.

With constant typing, the Galactic Federation President's memories were tampered with. He had to maintain the fly's basic physical characteristics to prevent his brain from self-destructing, but if he forcibly broke through the memories, his brain would also self-destruct.

He must find a way to obtain this memory while battling the other party's mental suggestions here.

“Come here. If we want to get his memories, someone needs to enter his mental world. I need to stay here and monitor the equipment to make sure nothing is missed.” Rick waved to Kerry halfway through his call.

"Haha! I'm not going! Surely no one claims to be the strongest in the universe but can't even get a single memory?" Kerry remained motionless.

Rick gave Kerry a dangerous look with his dead fish eyes, then softened his voice slightly.

"Morty! Get down!"

"Here we are!" Morty quickly slid the ladder to this floor.

Kerry also stepped aside.

“Come here, take this.” Rick beckoned to Morty.

"what is this?"

Morty looked at Kerry and Rick with a puzzled expression, then put on the strange helmet that Rick handed him.

"Go and search deep into his memories."

Before Morty could react, the machine was started, and Morty's eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground.

20 minute later.

"Ugh! You don't treat me like a human being at all!" Morty clutched the railing next to the metal bucket, vomiting and screaming desperately.