"We checked. Everyone on the main planet deserved to die."
Lou Guanshan watched the main planet explode, anger rising in him as he recalled everything he had just seen.
The shock wave gravely wounded the surrounding elves. Of these supposedly powerful Calamities, even their strongest, the empress, was only level ten. None of the others had even reached level ten.
A gravely wounded Calamity looked up at those terrifying figures.
"Why? We only wanted to survive. Becoming Calamities was history's choice. We did nothing wrong."
Lou Guanshan stamped out the last of their life with one foot, nothing but bone-chilling killing intent in his eyes.
A minute earlier, they had infiltrated the main planet, hoping to see why the so-called Elf race had chosen to become Calamities.
As they had experienced before, some Calamities really did not warrant killing.
But they had not found the answer they wanted. What reality showed them was the keeping of livestock, slaughter, one-sided exploitation and enslavement.
On the main planet, all was song, dance, and prosperity. Every elf took pride in becoming a Calamity. They claimed they were following nature's course, but in truth, they simply wanted to gain greater power before anyone else.
Compared with becoming Awakened and growing stronger step by step, sacrificing some slaves they kept and obtaining power within easy reach was simpler and faster for them.
After all, the satellite planets had always supplied resources to the main planet. Surely so many satellite planets were enough for them to become Calamities and command power?
The first to become a Calamity was the empress, followed by the ranks subordinate to her, then the main planet's nobility, and finally the elves living on the main planet.
As for the satellite planets, their convenient transport links, mutually beneficial exchanges, and pooling of