Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

This! How is this possible?! He's actually changed his tastes?!

Wait a minute! He's actually starting to become lecherous?!

What the hell!

In this matter, the man with the mustache, who dared not be overly familiar, asked again, making sure he wasn't joking.

With a snap of his fingers, the man with the mustache had a brand new red carpet laid out before warmly inviting the recently rising star, Morty, inside.

Next came high-energy music, hot girls dancing, and fine wine... Ugh!

Finally, they spent 30,000 Swiss francs there, and were given an address to come back the next day for a long chat about life.

Unable to bear it any longer, Morty vomited repeatedly in the alleyway of the nightclub.

It's not that he can't drink this much alcohol, but who can stand dozens of people who look exactly like him and are dressed in a very seductive way, some of whom are drinking with him and others are dancing all kinds of hot dances on stage?

This feeling... Morty swore he would never forget this day for the rest of his life...

But thinking about how Dark Morty would collapse tomorrow, Morty felt a secret thrill!

After vomiting most of it, Morty pulled out his teleportation gun, opened a portal, and returned to his home in universe C167. But as soon as he stepped through the portal...

They saw a family of several people fighting against an alien enemy, all neatly arranged together.

Especially seeing a Morty here.

He even wondered if he had been so disgusted that he had entered the wrong coordinates and ended up in another parallel universe.

But after a careful inspection, Morty realized he hadn't gone to the wrong place; this was indeed universe C167...

"So...who is this Morty?"

Chapter 430 Whitewashing

"You're finally back! I called you, why didn't you answer?"

"Um...who is this Morty...?"

"There's no time to explain! Hurry up and help! There are just too many enemies outside!"

The roar of artillery fire outside would spray various attacks onto the house's energy shield and alloy steel plates almost like water, making the inside of the house even noisier than the outside.

Seeing his grandfather, who was beaten and limping but still insisted on fighting on the front lines despite his serious injuries, he threw himself an energy gun.

He immediately abandoned the idea of ​​using the Lord of Thought to solve the problem.

How long has it been since I last used melee skills?

If he continues to rely on the "Master of Will" ability, and if his grandfather doesn't come to his rescue the next time he's tied up, he'll probably only be able to tell the executioners...

Please be quick, I'm afraid of pain, and I'm in a hurry...

What else can be said?

The ruthless, armed bandit Morty has arrived!

Walking to the window with the raised iron plate and only one firing hole, Morty rested his gun on it and easily hit a snake-man with three arms with his first shot.

Immediately afterwards, another shot hit a troll that looked quite ferocious.

biubiubiu~

After emptying a magazine, as he was about to change it, he saw his grandfather's darkened face, with a pair of eyes staring intently at him.

"What are you doing..."

"I lost a bit of blood just now and my head is a little dizzy, so I mistook you for Dark Mordred. Turns out you're the guy who clears the whole map, what are you doing shooting at me with your energy gun?"

"I just wanted to refresh my shooting skills!"

"There's a horde of alien assassins outside, numbering seventy or eighty thousand in total! What the hell are you rewatching for?! Hurry up and take them all out! My body can't take it anymore!"

"Oh!"

Just as Morty was about to take action, he thought for a moment and realized that he wasn't the only one in the house who could clear all the monsters on the map.

Before your P850, you had already set up an arms manufacturing production line in Mirror City.

Are you planning to save those mass-produced cannon fodder for my wedding procession when I get married later, instead of using them now?

When others get married, their whole family of relatives and friends drive up to pick them up.

When our Sanchez family gets married, it's like a massive army that's been building up day and night for over a decade, ready to go and pick up the bride with the aura of an interstellar war, right?

If they accept red envelopes and still block the door, just use the energy beam of the starship's main cannon to give the door a quick wipe and send those annoying guys straight to their next reincarnation.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense today? You usually know when to complain, but what's wrong with you today?"

"I also want to ask you what happened! Where did all those assembly-line cannon fodder from Mirror City go?"

"Save you! You think I don't need to use the classic feint attack? All those cannon fodder have already been sacrificed! And why didn't you answer my calls after I called you for so long?"

"Of course I'm doing some serious business in... Ruicheng!"

Seeing that Morty and Grandpa were getting further and further off-topic at this crucial moment, Sangmei, who was holding a gun and firing outwards, shouted in dissatisfaction, "Hey! You two! Can't you be serious?! The enemies outside are piling up!!!"

Upon hearing this, Morty immediately relinquished his physical form, transformed into a soul form, and revealed his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, which he hadn't used in a long time, along with a bunch of cannon fodder minions.

Among the four evil gods, Tzeentch was nowhere to be seen. He sighed softly, then raised his longsword and charged out with a kind of mental entity.

In less than a second, Morty was kicked back by a burly bald man who was six meters tall outside. The size 100 shoe almost made Morty vomit on the spot.

"Holy crap! A soul form?!"

The first thought in Morty's mind was that the other party was also a soul entity, since they could kick him away with just their feet without any external force!

This made Morty more cautious.

Morty, who originally intended to use his immunity to most physical damage to easily cut through enemies, sent the cannon fodder out while simultaneously passing through the house again to emerge outside.

"C167 Morty, the Galactic Empire has a bounty of 3 million Galactic Dollars, and the reward for this mission is 10 billion Galactic Dollars. They can't kill you, but I can! What a bargain for me!"

"Huh? I'm worth 3 million Galactic Coins in the Galactic Empire now? What was the bounty for C137 again?"

Do I look like the kind of person who would answer such a stupid question?

"Alright...how do you want to fight?"

Looking at the bald man in front of him, who had already crossed his arms and assumed the lonely BOSS look from various movies and TV shows before he kicked him away, he was struck by the image of someone who is invincible and feels incredibly lonely.

Because his bounty had officially entered the ranks of those with hundreds of millions, Morty, all smiles, slowly pointed his long sword at his opponent without any seriousness.

Do you know what makes my abilities so special?

"What?" The bald man frowned and looked at Morty. He was about to make a move, and Morty was about to start talking again. Did he think this was a TV drama?

Do they have to ramble on for ages before they can start fighting?

That's simply...uncivilized!

Upon seeing that Morty's longsword had transformed into a Gatling gun, the bald man, who had been sweating profusely, finally lost his composure and turned to run away.

Because he really underestimated Morty, who was able to get a 3 million bounty from the Galactic Empire, and he was a ruthless character in essence!

He actually dared to use souls as bullets!

The bald man, unaware of the special nature of the Lord of Willpower, had only run a few steps when a torrent of mental energy bullets poured down upon him.

Morty, who is already immune to most physical attacks, ignored the enemy's cannon fodder and stood still, using a barrage of bullets to clean up the ground.

Meanwhile, the cannon fodder of the mind-body entities, who had already fought their way out, broke through the enemy's energy shield against soul-body attacks with the help of the bullet storm.

In an instant.

The mind-based cannon fodder that broke through the gap used their blades to create widespread death and injury, wiping out large numbers of enemies in the first instance.

However, this only accounts for a portion of the tens of thousands of people.

When more enemies arrived, Morty used Veronica, a true weapon of mass destruction, to carry out a real mass wipe.

Numerous thin, black needles pierced the heads of one enemy after another with deadly precision; the entire process could be described as a slaughterhouse.

There was no roar, no anger, and certainly no...pity!

Only endless death!

Chapter 431 Jerry, is this how you betray your teammates?

"Sigh... Approaching overly powerful abilities too early really makes most battles so dull and uninteresting..."

"But why do I always feel like I'm not strong enough..."

Morty's version of Veronica makes a precise sniper shot, and the mind-body cannon fodder rushes in to finish off the remaining enemies. A massive battle, with a speed so fast that it's almost impossible to react, tolls the death knell for all the enemies.

As these mysteriously appearing enemies died one after another, Dark Mo stood by the window, looking out through the firing port.

Perhaps this idiot had no idea how fast his strength was increasing, but Dark Little Mo, who always made his move only after gathering a lot of information, saw Morty slaughter all the assassins he had previously ordered, as if cutting melons and vegetables.

This inevitably increased his wariness of Morty by three or four points once again.

Damn... what kind of monster is this guy...? Sooner or later, even the Soul Absorbing Stone won't be able to suppress him...

Seeing this, and confirming that the assassins he had ordered were no longer able to harm anyone in his grandfather's house, Dark Mo decisively opened a portal and made a run for it.

It's impossible to stay any longer.

If he stays any longer, and all these people are killed, then it will be everyone's turn to focus their attention on him.

By then, I'll be in big trouble.

So... I'm off! I'm off!

After Morty had finished wiping out a large number of alien assassins outside the door, he was about to enter when he saw a large number of military vehicles with red flags driving up in the distance, attempting to pack up and take away all of the aliens' weapons and technology right in front of him.

There was even a general who, accompanied by two sergeants, solemnly handed him a red paper card with both hands.

I opened it and took a look.

'Many thanks to Comrade Morty Smith for fighting the alien invaders! Sincerely yours! The certificate of honor will be delivered tomorrow!'

Morty: "..."

Morty blinked a few times, his eyes glazed over, as he looked at the fully armed soldiers standing outside the cordon, their guns off their safety and scanning left and right.