Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

He began to use his mind to sculpt the shape of the five-clawed golden dragon.

Half a minute later.

A group of fly-men stood silently by the window, watching the frightening black mist gradually transform into a flamboyant golden monster, eight hundred meters long, with four limbs and a dragon's head.

There is no concept of a domestically produced dragon; there are only fly-men with a Western-style giant lizard concept.

I just felt something was off about this thing, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what was strange about it.

We've seen plenty of skin covered in golden scales; in fact, we've seen all seven colors, from white to black.

But if you combine that with a length of 800 meters...

It doesn't seem like it's unacceptable.

After all, some giant snakes in certain worlds are even longer than this.

The problem is, why did you have to make it so thin, and then give it arms and legs...?

Kasogesa was also unable to stand it.

Although Old K went back to watch TV, as Moti's future mother-in-law, Kasogesa still had to stay and keep an eye on Moti.

Everything was fine before.

Even when Morty inadvertently discovered how to exploit fear, Casoggsa inwardly cheered for him.

But your taste is...

It's not just vulgar; even we, the Old Ones, would find it utterly offensive.

Gold color + 800-meter slender body + limbs...

Is this the kind of wild idea that carbon-based life forms could come up with?

If you were to widen your body a bit more, instead of making it 5*8 cm wide and tall, but instead go straight for a 60*80 cm size, you could at least regain some of your imposing presence by being strong.

Well, now it looks like a golden crispy thin noodle.

I can't bear the shame...

Cthulhu needs to dissolve this marriage...

[To find yourself a son-in-law who looks like a golden, crispy noodle—isn't that just plain stupid...?]

Unable to bear it any longer and unwilling to suffer any more mental pollution, Kasogsa turned and headed towards Earth, leaving behind the Fly-Man who was on the verge of tears.

I don't know whether I should be scared or find it offensive.

Chapter 106 Obey Me

"Huh? Morty? Why are all these spaceships still here?"

"Jesus! Morty?! Is that you?"

"This is an eyesore...fuck! My eyes! Ah! My newly fitted eyes! Your current appearance is just too horrible!"

Two hours later, Grandpa opened the portal and boldly stuck his head into the space environment to ask Morty about the situation.

As expected, Morty's current golden crispy noodle appearance was so spicy it made my eyes water.

"Motherfuck?! Jesus! Fuck!"

"You're still maintaining this image now that I've arrived?"

"Quickly, quickly, remove this form from me, or I'll take out the Stellar Destruction Cannon and blast it into your head!"

Morty: "..."

After absorbing a wave of fear from multiple angles over the past three hours, Morty finally heard someone make fun of his appearance.

He began to understand why the fly-men had all covered their eyes when he approached the spaceships...

It turns out it's not something indescribable...

Instead, they dared not look directly at it...

But... is this my problem?

It's clearly you guys who haven't seen an Eastern dragon before!

To think that a large lizard with two wings can be called a dragon is simply a misconception.

Mine is definitely more stylish!

Despite his complaints, Morty reverted to his normal form and was then dragged through the portal by his grandfather.

Moty felt somewhat disoriented as he instantly returned from the starry universe to the towering skyscrapers of the city.

Logically speaking, after spending so much time with my maternal grandfather...

Morty should have gotten used to switching between worlds at any time by now.

But he still felt a little unreal every time he passed through a portal and the art style transitioned from style A to style B at lightning speed.

"Motty, Morty, wake up!" Grandpa waved his hand in front of Morty's eyes.

After confirming that the guy hadn't caused himself any mental or physical problems, Grandpa asked what had happened over there.

And why those fleets not only looked perfectly fine, but were also conducting faster-than-light jumps in an orderly manner, showing no signs of having gone through a difficult battle.

Before I sent you over, I told you to make sure these guys were dealt with 'properly'.

So this is how you handled it?

Did you sign a peace agreement with them, or did you win them over with a drink and your stomach?

A hint of smugness flashed across Morty's face when he mentioned this.

kill?

That's so outdated!

A clever Morty has countless ways to deal with the enemy!

Noticing the suspicion and worry on his grandfather's face, Morty said with a hint of pride, "Don't worry, I've implanted Cthulhu cult in them. Now those fly-men are practically my half-Cthulhu followers."

Grandpa: "?!!"

"What...what are you saying? Cthulhu worship?? Believers?? You actually do this kind of thing??? Are you crazy?!"

"Um, your expression is making me wonder if I've done something wrong?"

"Nonsense!" Grandpa cursed, then said in an unquestionable tone, "Let's go! We'll kill them all now! Otherwise, something terrible will happen!"

One of the grandfather's classic tactics is to say, "I won't explain anything; just do as I say, and you'll be right."

Morty is not what he used to be, and he won't be as obedient to his grandfather as he used to be.

With such a strong bond between us, grandfather and grandson, and with clear shared interests, if you still treat me like the kind of Morty you can boss around at will, aren't you just looking down on me?

Grandpa, have you forgotten that your enemy, the Shadow Group, is also my enemy, Morty's enemy?

Upon opening the portal, they found that Morty hadn't moved yet. Grandpa, who had one foot in, turned around and glared at Morty.

Only then did he begin to explain.

"You want an explanation, don't you?"

"Then go and contact your followers now, and see if they can summon you!"

"I'm going now! You'll be summoned later!"

Morty: "..."

Seeing his grandfather jump directly into the portal to slaughter the first batch of underlings he had painstakingly recruited, Morty was a little unhappy.

But Grandpa told him to contact the believers and have them summon him to their side.

This seems to illustrate a point.

I am no longer in universe C167.

If those fly-men actually managed to summon themselves there, does that mean other Cthulhu monsters can also be summoned there?

Then, connect the information about the 'Cthulhu Mark' that Grandpa mentioned earlier with his reaction just now.

The most reasonable explanation is...

If only a pure world exists, where Cthulhu once visited and left a 'mark,' and it just so happens to be 'absorbed' into the mind of some random passerby.

There is a 50% chance that this person will summon a Cthulhu monster because of their curiosity about the sound and image.

And then, how about applying it to your own story?

That is, as a half-Old One, he had just used the Fly People's fear of the unspeakable to gather nearly nine hundred people from warships to become his followers.

As a result, this group of Bs can not only summon themselves across universes.

It might even be possible to summon other Cthulhu monsters across the universe.

This...this is really uncomfortable!

After being enlightened by his grandfather's words, Morty tentatively contacted the fleet commander and discovered that the other party could indeed send him 'messages' across the universe.

You can also open a portal by offering sacrifices, so that you can be directly summoned there.

Morty... he... he... he chose to protect them without hesitation!

Damn it!

This is a completely unexpected delight!

As long as these guys are alive, I can have a second portal!

Faced with the temptation of a new portal, Morty will absolutely not allow Grandpa to kill them.

So instead of being summoned, he told them that a super-powerful Rick had already locked onto them through the portal.

You have only a few minutes to escape before he prepares his weapons.

Run, Fly Man!

I, Morty Half-Cthulhu, am cheering you on from behind!

Fly Commander: "..."