Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

at the same time.

A third-rate fleet belonging to the fringe of the Galactic Empire's military group has passed through multidimensional customs and entered the A-001 universe where Hermuel is located.

This trash fleet within the Imperial fleet system, upon arriving in the Imperial capital's universe and facing the various top-tier fleets of the Empire, naturally wouldn't receive a friendly reception.

Although no one swore, in the narrow corridor of the Imperial Ministry of Defense leading to the Fleet Office, every colleague who was qualified to have a separate fleet office here...

They all looked at the fleet commander and his subordinates with disdain. Just a few hours ago, the Divine Bureau had transferred them from the border of the Empire under the pretext of guarding against the re-arrival of the Divine Kingdom.

"Saladin..."

"It's alright, I won't be angry about this. Once today's events are over, we will be a first-rate fleet of the Empire, and they will all be trampled under our feet."

The fleet commander named Saladin was the same commander who had been forcibly recruited by all the members of the Yellow Stripes Cult not long ago.

Although when he first joined the Yellow cult, the garish statue made him feel very inferior.

But when you look at the doctrines, which are so thin they can't even fill a single A4 sheet of paper, you'll see...

There was also a very relaxed atmosphere within the sect.

As the commander of this third-rate fleet sent by the Jamil family, Saladin thought about it carefully and felt that this matter seemed to have a lot of potential.

Anyway, I'm not favored in my family.

Furthermore, because of his family background, even if the Galactic Empire was weak, he was still considered a nobleman. Due to his status, he could not usually mingle with the lower-class fly people.

There is now a sectarian name.

In just one day, Saladin had become one with the entire team, bypassing the traditional three-tiered structure of the empire and personally winning over a group of people who were short of money.

He then received instructions from both the Pope and the Divine Office.

Immediately move the entire fleet to the vicinity of Hermuel and await orders!

This seemingly absurd transfer order, which, upon closer examination, sent chills down one's spine, made Saladin hesitate for a full three hours before finally deciding to set off.

He had no idea how long the person behind all this had been planning what was to come.

But it's definitely not something that Morty alone could have done, as many people say.

Because none of Morty's men are that bold!

Chapter 155 On the Road

What are you saying?

"We are the Tzeentch civilization, which has just set foot in interstellar space. Of course, there is no information about us in your database!"

"That's why we came to Hermuel to register our information!"

"What? The database needs to contain information before we can get in?"

"How can we get any information if we don't go in!"

"Get your supervisor out here!"

"I refuse to believe I can't get through this door!"

The size of the customs offices established by the Galactic Empire varies depending on the number of interstellar civilizations in each universe. The universe where the Fishman Kingdom is located happens to be a super-large universe with at least several thousand interstellar civilizations that have been developing for thousands of years.

Therefore, the only multidimensional customs office set up here needs to handle all information and material exchanges between thousands of interstellar civilizations and other universes.

Its footprint is naturally also on the extra-large scale.

This means that at least tens of thousands of people are needed within this customs office, operating day and night, to ensure that everything runs smoothly.

Normally, these interstellar civilizations, no matter how arrogant or terrifying they are on their own turf, or whether they belong to the "scare children to tears" club, are not a threat.

But when they arrived on the territory of the Galactic Empire...

It's like a small-time thug meeting a big-time thug. He has to completely hide his usual arrogant and unruly demeanor, for fear of being targeted by this group of big-time thugs.

But today!

An ambassadorial delegation that has just been promoted to an interstellar civilization actually dares to bang on the table with the Fly People in this place!

This made the various interstellar civilizations, who were used to being subservient to customs officials, applaud Morty's terrifying courage and begin to speculate about the location of this interstellar civilization.

After all, there are quite a few interstellar civilizations that both hate and fear the Fly People.

There are quite a few people who act as their dogs.

Now someone is banging on the table with a fly.

So... isn't sharing the burdens of the boss what the underlings should do?

If you can earn a lot of money while helping the boss, then many people would be eager to do this part-time job.

"Damn, this guy may be ugly, but his fearless attitude is something we bear-people really admire..."

"Ugly? He's practically a heartthrob in our Skeleton Clan! I never expected someone so handsome to be so brave, daring to openly fight those annoying guys!"

"Ha, as expected of a newly emerging interstellar civilization, just a bunch of barbarians brought from some remote place."

Listening to the words spoken by the people around them, the ambassadorial delegation of the Fishman Kingdom, who had brought the 'newly emerging interstellar civilization' to the multidimensional customs out of goodwill, all rolled their eyes as they were inside the water circulation system mask.

Similar to the fear felt by humans, they internally cursed themselves for trying to show any kindness to non-humans in the interstellar era!

Take a look!

This is what happens when you have a loving heart!

The people they brought dared to slam their fists on the table and shout wildly in front of the most terrifying forces, even threatening to do something to the other party if they didn't do this!

Just as that guy said.

Where did these barbarians come from...?

Can you guys please stop being so brave...?

Tzeentch was also afraid. Although he hadn't been in this world for long, he had learned about it through listening to Morty and his grandfather's conversation, as well as through his own observations.

He has already gained a basic understanding of the world.

The group of fly-men in front of him now, despite their appearance not conforming to the aesthetic standards of higher primates, are quite different.

But thousands of years ago, they were mortal heroes who, in the age of gods, led all the mortals who were unwilling to submit to the gods to extinguish the fire of the divine kingdom.

In terms of merit, he is the greatest.

In terms of strength, they are the strongest.

In any respect, it is undoubtedly the overlord of the multiverse.

The ruthless people who overthrew the once-powerful Kingdom of Gods have maintained an endless expansionist policy for thousands of years.

Their strength is many times greater than it was thousands of years ago!

So... we went to all this trouble to kill an important figure in this empire just to find a group of people who are extremely well hidden?

Why can't we cooperate with them?

Although Tzeentch is a product of Morty's subconscious and possesses some of Morty's memories, from an outsider's perspective...

What's wrong with cooperating with the Galactic Empire?

Given Grandpa's strength, if he joined the Galactic Empire, those Fly People would definitely provide him with treatment and a position that wouldn't be unfair to him in the slightest.

They will also mobilize the empire's elite troops to help Grandpa find the real culprit behind that incident.

It goes without saying who is more efficient in conducting an investigation: an individual or an empire spanning countless universes with at least 0.1% of the resources?

Therefore, Jianqi cannot understand.

What he couldn't understand even more was... why was Morty so brave!

Do you know that you are now the only fire among all the gods?

You are about to die, and who knows how many years it will take before you have the chance to reignite the fire of the divine kingdom.

Unlike the others, including the villain, he was different.

Grandpa was very pleased because he had never really liked the cowardly version of Morty, the kind who only fought back when cornered and with nowhere to retreat.

To Grandpa, if I were to nurture you with all this effort and provide you with countless opportunities to hone your skills, you would still end up with that lousy Morty personality.

Then you're a real good-for-nothing!

Don't always put yourself first, because even I am not omnipotent.

So when there was a problem with the entry documents, Morty dared to slam his fist on the table and call for his supervisor in front of everyone at customs, acting like he was ready to kill him if he dared, but in reality he was observing the situation closely.

Grandpa was very satisfied.

If Grandpa is satisfied, then someone else will inevitably be dissatisfied.

Yes, it's Morty himself.

As a member of the "clingy club," Morty's life motto is... "When there's trouble, I'll do it; when there's nothing to do, I'll do it..." *cough cough*

In short, Grandpa, can you do something so I can lie down and relax?

Now that there's a problem with the entry documents, Morty could easily guess that it was Grandpa who did it on purpose, just to test his abilities.

Testing, testing, testing nonstop.

Damn it, they've been testing for half a year and it's still not finished. It would be strange if Morty wasn't annoyed.

And deliberately setting up obstacles is even more annoying.

So while Morty is cursing that fly who follows the rules, he's actually also subtly criticizing his grandfather.

We've been together for six months, can't we just have some fun and have some fun?!

Grandpa and grandson worked together in a close and harmonious way.

right?

Thinking of this, Morty cursed even more vehemently, and his words gradually shifted from the incident itself to attacks on the appearance of the Fly Man...

"You bunch of shit-eating scum on our planet, you don't even have ears on your heads, but on those half-evolved, crippled insects with wings that you've retained from the evolutionary process and can't use for flight, only as decorations. Listen up..."

"Enough! You piece of bastard!!!"