He did not think much of it. Instead, he was rather pleased. Soil with a smell was a good thing.
This was the very bottom level of the spacecraft, the place that came into contact with the ground. Elf Number Four believed that if there were edible plants, they would surely be found in an area with soil like this. Naturally, more fertile soil was better.
They did not recognize the crashed, abandoned spacecraft and merely regarded it as some sort of building. In truth, that was not far off. A spacecraft this large was practically a flying town.
Clutching his stone, he continued onward. Passing through one open door after another and relying on the Elf Race's unique Dark Vision, he gradually realized that he had reached a strange place.
No one knew what this room had originally been used for, but its floor was now covered with countless identically sized spheres. They looked a little like giant mushrooms, and also like stone eggs. Yet every egg had an X-shaped opening on it, which felt rather strange.
Elf Number Four held his breath and waited quietly where he stood. In the darkness, his pale skin gave off a faint glow. At least through the projected cameras in the city, he looked calm and handsome.
That was only true for the elf viewers, however. When Ciri saw this scene from the flying carpet, she immediately turned to the Adjutant.
"Ah, Deathstroke really did help you cheat. The underground is full of Alien eggs! The elves don't know them, but I watched those dozen or so Alien movies filmed by Wilson Entertainment's subsidiary back on 40K Earth! Isn't this guy doomed?"
"Actually, after you left, we made dozens more Alien movies. The plot has now progressed to Predalien and Predator falling