Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Even if it happens, the probability is only 1%.

The remaining 99% is that this guy is there to spy on them.

Sure enough, after the two had tested each other, the other party casually asked a tricky question.

"Hey, your Tzeentch civilization delegation only has two people?"

Upon hearing this, Morty looked at Tzeentch, ready to take over his job and deal with the guy.

To everyone's surprise, Tzeentch beat him to it, offering an answer in the same nonchalant tone: "No, there are three of us. That guy's an old lecher, and he's the most senior among us, so we can't control him."

"Oh~" the local replied flippantly.

He then started talking about some of the more well-known nightclubs in the upper echelons of society. Tzeentch played along, and the two of them became more and more excited as they talked, as if they were kindred spirits meeting.

Seeing this, Morty was temporarily relieved.

He had been unsure how to deal with Tzeentch before, but after seeing Tzeentch's desire for the Fire of the Gods, he knew how to handle him.

On the other hand, the other person is a product of his subconscious, and as for intelligence... well, he can't compare to his grandfather!

Therefore, Tzeentch's current IQ cannot be too high.

Now we see that he successfully bypassed the other party's probing by using the saying that all perverts are one family, and also brought himself closer to like-minded people.

Morty knew that Little Chi could stand on his own.

Tzeentch: "I have something to say, but I don't know if I should say it!"

The three walked for about ten minutes on the crowded sidewalk before finally reaching the bus stop and boarding the bus together.

Of course, as the capital of the Galactic Empire, Hermuel's public services are almost entirely free.

After all, I'm a super-rich tycoon who controls countless universes!

If we have to charge people for this kind of public service, wouldn't that be too embarrassing?

This bus, as long as a train, has a total of twelve carriages, with eighteen compartments on each side of each carriage.

This practice of not saving carriage space gave Motti a new understanding of the city's transportation.

After all, a bus is meant to be crammed with as many people as possible, ensuring that ordinary people can travel the farthest distance with minimal expense.

But here they do the opposite.

A comfortable private compartment was provided for every passenger!

Such a lack of economy will inevitably lead to more people not being able to get transportation, which shows that the city's transportation managers are very confident in their abilities and those of their subordinates!

The local opened the door to the private room, invited the two foreigners to sit down, then closed the door and tapped a few times on the table in the center of the enclosed room.

The original floor-to-ceiling window was sealed off by a thin but sturdy sheet of iron, the door lock was automatically engaged, and the multi-signal jammer hidden in the wall of the private room was activated.

Suddenly, Morty reached for his weapon, ready to fight.

But the other party quickly said, "Don't make a move. I am one of Normartin's men, and also a member of the Imperial Intelligence Department. He sent me to take you to the Divine Bureau!"

"Hmm?" Morty's right hand rested on the gun. The size of his camouflage suit, along with his height and weight, was enough to conceal the gun and spare ammunition underneath.

Noticing Morty's confusion, the local took a wooden carving out of his shirt pocket.

The small, hand-carved golden dragon statue finally put Morty's mind at ease.

The more advanced the technology, the stronger the ability to forge technology.

Information proves that with just a small string of code, information on the screen can be changed before the human eye can even perceive it.

On the contrary, it's things that require people to do them themselves.

Even the most skilled craftsman could never carve a small golden dragon statue in a second.

"And... I'm your Pope... Morty... you really don't want to remember me at all..."

"Forehead..."

Chapter 158 The King in Yellow

Whether you're a leader of a small or large power, you can't avoid the awkward situations that are bound to happen. But if we were to rank these awkward situations...

Those who don't recognize their own gang's top enforcers, the number one henchmen, and the face of their organization, are definitely in the top 3.

The young man opposite me, whose age could not be discerned from his face but could be determined from his voice, said that he was his pope.

Morty found himself in an awkward situation that only someone in the position of a senior leader could experience.

Damn...

He randomly pointed to someone and asked him to temporarily act as the pope, specifically to listen to the believers. Once he was free, he would think about how to shape a denomination.

So why the hell would I remember who he is...?

Just a temporary worker, right?

But now a temporary worker comes to greet him.

Am I going to break their hearts?

If he gets carried away and goes to some department in the Empire to report us, then my operation will be ruined.

I noticed that the other person's emotions were starting to change.

Morty immediately became serious. He reached out and patted the other person's shoulder lightly twice, despite the doubt on his face.

He spoke with a pleased tone, saying something that left even the cunning and treacherous speechless.

"Of course I know you. I was testing you just now to see if we are bound by those useless, serious hierarchical restrictions of vulgar sects. And it turns out... you dare to question the god you believe in!"

"Very good! The consistent principle of our Yellow Strip Cult is equality for all!"

"That's exactly the kind of relaxed and lively atmosphere we need!"

There's absolutely nothing we need to hide between us!

"Just treat us like brothers from different fathers and mothers!"

Seeing the atmosphere in the private room, everyone immediately relaxed. Tzeentch, who was standing to the side, didn't say anything on the surface, but he couldn't help but silently give Morty a thumbs up in his heart.

Because of this...this...this can all be explained away?

You clearly didn't remember them!

How did I manage to get it out of your mouth? I didn't remember that, and it turned into a test instead!

I'm pretending I don't remember you, and then seeing if you'll bring up this issue on your own initiative, to prove that our Yellow Stripe Church is a friendly sect with a relaxed atmosphere and blurred hierarchical boundaries?!

Absolutely!

This is ten times worse than the nightclub that my grandfather just went to!

The two of them had already entered into a close, buddy-buddy state.

Tzeentch felt he was still too young and had a lot to learn!

The three of them traveled by car to the Divine Spirit Office.

The Yellow King and the giant toad also appeared in universe A-001, but they arrived here completely silently without alerting any detection devices.

What specific methods are needed?

Dark matter network!

This thing, along with the mental world discovered by Tzeentch, can be collectively referred to as the deep universe. Even the City of Ryze and the Galactic Empire only use it as a communication network.

Back in the Cthulhu universe, having been tainted with some dark matter, the two of them, through the butterfly effect, managed to discover, with some effort, that their true forms could actually enter the dark matter world to a limited extent!

As for the specific procedures...

Both of them are souls, not bound by physical bodies, so they can go wherever they want.

So, the two who originally intended to find cannon fodder to scout ahead and die, in order to obtain the divine fire as soon as possible, once again risked entering the dark matter world.

Unlike last time.

Their bodies can now fully enter each other, no longer as they could only send out a portion of their thoughts as before.

This is like a clump of slime trying to get into a wire spider web.

Under conscious manipulation, the two avoided the chaotic dark matter and searched for the dark matter that had been transformed into pipes, eavesdropping on the information in these pipes.

Two people whose brains can process N pieces of information simultaneously discover that a fleet has been temporarily requisitioned by Hermuel.

Then another message was sent out from Hermuel.

The content is: Investigate the Treacherous Civilization!

Having lived for billions of years, the two immediately recalled the evil god they had seen in Morty's dream last time.

That was cunning and treacherous, almost as if the word 'scheming' was etched on his forehead.

It's clearly a subconscious Morty.

How could it possibly appear in Hermuel?

The two, determined to pass on the flame, decided that even if it was a den of dragons and tigers, they would venture there, for without the flame of the divine kingdom, they could not become true gods!

So the two of them arrived.

The kind that comes through the telephone line has arrived...

The two who entered Hermuel through the dark matter communication network were lucky, as their arrival coincided with the arrival of the fleet in universe A-001.

The entry of large amounts of matter from other universes into another universe will inevitably cause widespread spatial oscillations. During this period of oscillation, some detection devices will malfunction.

The two who arrived silently quickly took over the bodies of two fly-men and, by reading the memories of their hosts, infiltrated the Empire's research and intelligence departments.

The Yellow-Clad Lord, traveling separately, had come to the intelligence department.

Although he could use his own power to find Morty's whereabouts.

By reading the host's memories, he discovered that he and the giant toad were able to enter this place silently, purely by luck.

Otherwise, how could two Great Old Ones so easily slip into the capital of the strongest power in the universe, which rules over N universes and has enemies everywhere, yet even Rui City couldn't defeat them?

The gods and their ilk have killed countless of them.

How could we not be wary of those two spirit entities?