A massive purple planet was filled with high concentrations of hydrogen sulfide. The crushing pressure and chaotic magnetic fields made it like hell.
The entire planet seemed to be at its limit, with frequent massive crustal movements. Blazing magma erupted everywhere, and enormous fireballs shot thousands of meters into the sky before being hurled far away.
The planet had once been covered in cities and purple gardens, but they had now been utterly destroyed. Only a very few places still bore traces of the countless glorious structures that had once stood there.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Outside the planet's atmosphere, a moon-sized celestial body was carrying out orbital bombardment.
It was this unceasing bombardment that had reduced all life on the planet to misery and brought it to the brink of collapse.
Upon that moon, tens of thousands of Little Greys formed a vast gray mass, celebrating as their Zeta Civilization conquered yet another major advanced civilization of the Milky Way.
"Long live Zeta! Long live Chairman Dis!"
Everyone shouted Dis's name. He was the great leader who had led them to break through the barrier of reproduction, establish the Zeta Civilization, escape the fate of being vassals, and become members of the Star Alliance.
Yet Dis stared numbly at another civilization being wiped out, feeling not the slightest joy.
A powerful warrior prostrated himself beside him and said worshipfully, "Chairman, the Shacha Civilization has been exterminated. All the Star Alliance's hegemonic nations have fallen. We are now the strongest in the Milky Way!"
"How many warriors were sacrificed?" Dis asked calmly.
"This war stretched from the Firebird Nebula to Ursa Major Polaris Star. We exterminated seven advanced civilizations, and our Zeta people lost a total of 973 million warriors," the subordinate replied respectfully.
Dis's face darkened. "Too many were sacrificed."