A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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The glorious past always leaves its mark.

In the Zerg race, where reproduction is difficult, having an egg is considered a blessing, and twins hatching from a single egg are extremely rare.

However, the Zerg can only have one leader.

Back when the eldest prince and the second prince were vying for the throne, it was like a battle of gods. Whenever that era is mentioned, no one can forget the eldest prince and the second prince. This was the twin war of the Zerg Empire that almost shocked the entire universe in the previous generation.

The eldest prince is just and benevolent, while the second prince is arrogant and powerful.

Each race can only have one leader, the Queen of the Zerg cannot be two Zerg, and only one of the Imperial Twins can survive; there is no way to avoid it.

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Beneath the gentle exterior of the eldest prince lies formidable martial prowess, and the second prince is no less so. With the political game reaching a stalemate, they decided to cut ties with others and engage in one-on-one duels.

The eldest prince won; he tore open the second prince's stomach.

The Zerg's struggle for the throne is extremely brutal; it's either submission or death.

The second prince refused to back down, even at the cost of his life. The first prince slapped him and then ordered the second prince's men to carry him away.

The eldest prince probably wants to wait until he's fully recovered before giving him a good beating, until he submits.

But the next news we heard about the Second Prince was that he had betrayed the empire.

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The palace where the eldest prince once lived was called the Wing Palace.

Rather than a palace, it is more like a huge and exquisite ecological dome complex suspended in the clouds above the capital.

Outside the transparent energy shield is a flowing sea of ​​clouds, inside the shield is suspended land, and underfoot are lush green trees and fragrant flowers and plants that stretch into the distance.

The water system is meticulously designed, with waterways like silver ribbons cascading down from a height and converging at a lower level to form a crystal-clear lake that reflects the simulated starlight and moonlight from the dome.

Clouds surround the floating island.

The crisp air high above was filled with the scents of flowers, grass, leaves, and moss, as well as a... extremely restrained sense of order that belonged to Attic.

The Wing Palace doesn't resemble a royal palace; it's a tranquil heavenly garden.

Exquisite and natural in every detail, it stands out starkly from the dazzling and bustling core area of ​​the capital city in the distance.

The hovercar silently glided into the Wing Palace's exclusive lifting platform.

As the hatch opened, a cool breeze carrying a fresh, plant-scented aroma wafted out.

Orion set foot on this now-empty territory that once belonged to Atticus.

The Wing Palace was built and used before he became a space pirate, but he had never been to the First Prince's Wing Palace before.

When he was young, he lived with Atticus in the Grand Palace of Lyrnia. Later, when they each had their own palaces, they were both adults and their relationship had deteriorated.

The eldest prince's palace is located in the sky, while the second prince's palace is located on the sea cliff. Neither of them has ever set foot on the other's territory.

Many years later, when the stupid insect king Atticus chose transferred Atticus's Wing Palace to him, he set foot in this place for the first time.

Haha, Atticus is dead, and his birdcage... is now his. What a cruel twist of fate.

Contrary to expectations, it was not abandoned; on the contrary, it was kept exceptionally beautiful.

I don't know if it was the Insect King or his little nephew who sent insects to manage it.

The Insect King was so eager for the enhancement potion that people were willing to pay a high price to please him.

This palace, which once symbolized the supreme glory of the imperial heir, along with its priceless collections and everything Atticus had painstakingly built, is now his spoils of war.

Orion walked through the garden and entered the palace gates.

The colonnades of the Grand Palace of Lehrnia are mostly gilded and magnificent, while those of Attic are mostly made of moonstone with a cool touch and natural light-colored patterns, giving the overall atmosphere a bright, elegant, and sacred feel.

The hall has a high ceiling of nearly ten meters, a soaring dome, and is spacious and open, so that you can hear echoes when you walk around.

When he stepped into the main entrance of the palace, he carried the arrogance of a conqueror entering the capital of an enemy state.

The hard soles of military boots struck the smooth, mirror-like white jade floor tiles, producing a clear, aloof echo, as if arrogantly declaring ownership.

That's great.

It feels good to have Attic's stuff.

Orion walked through the spacious foyer, wide enough for a horse to gallop through, past the enormous ceiling fresco depicting a sacred tree bathed in the morning light, symbolizing hope and the future, and scoffed.

In this place, every stone seems to be engraved with Atticus's name.

Now that he's standing here, he's stepping on Atticus's face.

The corridor is spacious, with walls on both sides made of warm white mineral stone that has been polished as a whole, and the corners are occasionally carved with abstract patterns of small butterfly groups.

The air was filled with an extremely delicate, cool fragrance reminiscent of morning dew, clearly a carefully changed, high-end incense.

Beneath your feet is a warm, hand-woven carpet with excellent sound absorption. Everything is spotless and pristine. Even the potted plants placed at the corners of the corridor have lush, green leaves with water droplets clinging to their tips.

Orion slowed his pace, surveying his surroundings with an almost sarcastic mockery.

It's been maintained really well.

Clean, orderly, and elegant.

After Atticus spent so much time building the Wing Palace, wasn't it ultimately just a stepping stone for him?

He walked to a huge, curved floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window is an endless garden.

Atticus is a worm who doesn't care much about his reputation.

His palace gardens lacked the opulent fountains and exotic animals typical of the Grand Palace, which often displayed the nouveau riche lifestyle. Instead, there was a vast, tranquil artificial lake that reflected the blue sky and white clouds like a mirror, with large swathes of pure white roses along its banks.

Tiny flowers cluster together, their pure white petals swaying gently in the breeze, layer upon layer, like rolling snow waves, stretching to the horizon.

There wasn't a single other color in the flowerbed, just a pure expanse of green and white, so pristine it was almost blinding.

The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Orion's expression froze instantly.

His eyes, as if coated with poison, coldly stared at the flowers, a chilling, venomous mockery surging from his icy depths.

White rose.

Wasn't the insect queen of yesteryear described by insects as resembling a white rose?

Atticus loved these lifeless, fragile, and hypocritical flowers, claiming they symbolized purity and innocence. Ha!

pure?

Flawless?

Orion's knuckles clenched, making a clear cracking sound.

Is the thing Atticus is looking for truly pure and flawless?

He's the dirtiest one.

Nausea.

He acted like an idiot.

A pure and flawless white rose.

Orion sneered, looking mockingly at the overwhelming roses, and suddenly yanked the curtain tie off with tremendous force.

The double curtains were drawn and hung down, blocking out the view from the window.

An inexplicable anger mixed with nausea spread through his heart, scorching his reason.

In this moment when the victor should be gloating, he no longer felt the joy of victory, but rather an indescribable, almost suffocating nausea.

He turned around abruptly, no longer looking at the blinding white.

He will have insects come and clear away all the roses in the Wing Palace.

Uproot them completely, leaving not a single one, and grind them into powder.

Orion threw the curtains aside.

He didn't want to stay there anymore, so he turned and walked away quickly.

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There is another door next to it.

Pass through this archway and step into a more private space on the side.

This appears to be Atticus's study and studio.

On one wall hung a huge star map.

The star map depicts the Imperial star system, with countless stars, nebulae, routes, and gravitational traps marked with extremely fine strokes, and even traces of modifications can be seen.

On the other side of the wall stood an easel covered with a dark velvet cloth.

Orion's steps involuntarily stopped the moment he stepped into this space.

The air still carried the scents of turpentine and pigments, and occasionally, one could faintly detect Atticus's unique, cool aroma.

On the small table in front, there was a drawing pen with a thin nib lying casually, and several sheets of draft paper with complex formulas and tactical simulations scattered around it.

It has always maintained the impression that the owner has only left temporarily and will return at any time.