After the shockwave spread, the entire planet had shattered into eight massive pieces. The Zerg Hive had naturally borne the brunt of it and been completely destroyed. The magma at the planet's core still clung around the planetary nucleus...
Destroying a planet—destroying it in such a brutal manner—was, honestly, the first time that 99.99 percent of those present had witnessed it with their own eyes. To low-level civilizations, a planet represented an entire world. Destroying a planet was equivalent to destroying a whole world!
The feeling of annihilating life and destroying heaven and earth was strange. It gave one a sense of life's fragility, tinged with the sorrow of grieving for others' misfortune. Yet more than that, it brought pride, arrogance, and a lofty sense of dominance rising from the depths of one's heart—the tyranny of holding life and death in one's hands.
"Whew... everyone, this is the first step of our victory. All fleets, continue the attack. Target: the remaining four planets!" The destruction of the planet had given the allied forces a powerful boost in morale. Even Kust's voice as he gave the order had become more spirited.
The fleets turned their gun barrels toward the second planet. After charging, their main cannons fired, and a new wave of attacks began. Barring any surprises, the remaining four planets in the Scissor Starfield would all become cosmic dust within an hour!
"Boom boom boom..." Enormous swarms of Energy-Devouring Locusts likewise surged from the second planet, rendering the first round of attacks ineffective once more. However, with the first planet as a lesson, they did not lose heart. The second round was quickly launched!
"Boom boom boom..." Just as the second volley unleashed two to three hundred terrifying beams, the largest warning light aboard the Columbia warship suddenly began flashing