Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

It still made Morty feel refreshed.

The exhilarating experience made him want to swing his knife a second time, but Tony's voice reminded him at just the right moment.

"Motty, stop cutting! The armor behind us is missing at least a thousand pieces!"

Hearing this, Morty didn't even need to turn around. He only needed to sense the number of his mental entities and his maximum recovery speed to know that his previous strike had indeed cost him a lot.

"Alright, let's deploy the armor!"

He abandoned the idea of ​​fighting another blow and instead sent his underlings out to do the work.

Morty then started cosplaying as the final boss.

He had acquired a large tiger-skin chair, held a long snake-head knife, placed his left foot on the edge of the chair, and sat on it at an angle, looking every bit like a mountain bandit king.

On the ground, the Skrulls who were not dead or seriously injured immediately engaged in a fierce battle with the armor.

Even if someone escaped from the battlefield, they wouldn't dare launch a sneak attack on the boy sitting in the plane.

The power of one man!

Stunned the entire audience!

Feeling that he had nothing more to do on this battlefield, Tony showed Jarvis the situation at Stark Tower.

Upon seeing this, he immediately became furious.

Why do those Skrulls have to destroy their own houses, just like that bastard Loki?

There are several taller buildings in New York City than his, so why does his building get vandalized every time an enemy comes?

This is outrageous!

When Tony rushed to rescue his assets, he didn't forget to have the pilot take Sammy and the others to an airport outside New York City.

At the same time, he contacted S.H.I.E.L.D. and asked them to spare some manpower to protect Morty's family.

After Tony left, Morty summoned Teeche.

The battle is likely to continue for a long time, and while we're cosplaying the big boss, we still need to come up with a tactical plan or something.

"Huh? Didn't you already complete your original plan?"

"First New York, then Washington, fight your way through, wipe out all the Skrulls, then go and take out Hydra, and finally see if there are any remnants of Superhero Company, then we're done. So what new thing are you planning to come up with now?"

Morty felt quite helpless about his subconscious, the only one with self-awareness that would secretly peek into his memories.

However, now is not the time to routinely criticize her for this voyeuristic behavior.

"I'd like to get an Infinity Stone before I leave. What do you think?"

Do you think it will still work properly in a different universe?

How will you know if you don't try?

Which piece do you want?

"soul!"

Chapter 245 Veronica

Soul Gem...

It can steal, manipulate, modify, and create souls, whether living or dead, and can control them at will, just like kneading a piece of clay.

That's one of the reasons why it qualifies as one of the five other Infinity Stones in the Marvel universe.

Morty set his sights on it because its abilities complemented his own.

However, to get it...

So what's the price, Gul'dan... cough cough! Morty?

"The price is that you have to lose one of your most precious things to get this alluring, cheap thing; otherwise, it would never come out, no matter what."

"So what are you prepared to sacrifice?"

Tzeentch's words left Morty speechless.

Sitting on the tiger-skin chair, with the power of a single slash, he silenced the chaotic New York City, preventing anyone from daring to challenge him to another battle.

Does the Soul Gem accept this pleasant feeling?

"Take it, my foot! Is that your most precious thing? You don't care about anything at all, are you going to keep pretending to be stupid?"

Tzeentch rolled her eyes, gave Morty a truthful answer, and then, unusually, she took the initiative to return to Morty's mind.

Because those words really hit home!

You don't care about anything at all!

This describes Morty's psychological state from beginning to end.

Morty may have cared about something at times, but digging deeper, it turns out he doesn't actually care about anything at all.

For example, the mess he's made and his reluctance to become a grandfather are just obsessions, obsessions that can be abandoned sometimes. For Morty, they're not something he truly cares about.

This superficial liking and concern is completely unnecessary for the Soul Gem.

It wants something that you truly care about to the extreme.

You can only gain something by losing it!

And that's when the problem arises.

What do I care about...?

Thinking of this question, Morty seemed to see his grandfather's image in his mind, and he immediately sneered. He just wanted to stab that old geezer twice.

Do you care about him?

impossible!

So what do I care about...?

money?

that power?

beautiful?

An empire?

A sense of belonging?

Thinking of a sense of belonging, Morty suddenly felt a lump in his throat, then stared blankly ahead in disbelief. He truly hadn't expected this...

A sense of belonging is actually what I care about most.

A home, a warm home...

"Is this really what I wanted..." Morty murmured to himself, then looked around at everything with a bewildered gaze.

New York City was devastated, with corpses everywhere, burning, exploding, and collapsed houses, cars reduced to piles of scrap metal, and warships in the sky.

These tragedies, which seem so tragic to humans, are as ordinary as eating and drinking to Morty.

It's something that's not even worth being moved by.

Faced with such an apocalyptic scene, I was thinking about what I cared about, something that had always seemed like a warm home, and ideally, a few friends.

"Sigh... never mind... I don't care about anything..."

Feeling as if he had almost lost all desires, Morty decisively gave up thinking about the problem and turned his attention to the battlefield.

These are completely different from the previous mind-body armors that were just empty shells and could only be used as cannon fodder.

After obtaining the internal structure.

In terms of combat effectiveness, there has indeed been a significant improvement.

Unlike the Four Evil Gods, who rely entirely on mental energy to fight, these mental entities with internal structures are almost indistinguishable from the prototype of Tony's armor, except for their slightly stiff movements.

The same palm cannons, and because the energy of the palm cannon attack comes entirely from the mind, the movements can also be synchronized by Morty, allowing them to fire the palm cannons at the same target simultaneously.

Moty, seized by a playful impulse, set his sights on what appeared to be the strongest Skrull.

This burly man, who could send a suit of armor flying with a single punch, wielded a machete and had more scars on his face than any other Skrull.

This is a guy who would need to be closely watched on any battlefield.

Morty gave it to it without any hesitation...

Pay close attention!

He pointed his long sword at the Skrull.

All the suits of armor, no matter what they were doing, uniformly pointed their right hands at the strongest Skrull on the battlefield.

Having just smashed a suit of armor away with a single kick, it immediately sensed the death wind blowing against its cheek from the Goddess of Death.

Years of combat experience alerted him, and his body began to dodge to the ground according to muscle memory.

But it wasn't a gun aimed at it.

Instead, there were over six thousand palm-sized cannons!

Sizzle... Bang!

After 0.5 seconds of charging, six thousand white beams of light simultaneously attacked the same spot. The combined light stung the eyes of everyone who saw it.

Squint, then close your eyes.

Open your eyes again.

The strongest Skrull on this battlefield had his upper body annihilated from the world by the cannon.

The mutilated lower body slowly knelt down in Morty's direction.

It sent a chill down the spines of everyone who witnessed it.

Everyone looked up at the sky.

The boy sitting on the tiger-skin chair at the nose of the plane had an excited look on his face, as if he were standing under the sun with a magnifying glass, roasting ants for the first time.

It was filled with joy and a desire to explore.