War Used to Cost So Many Lives

The Cardinal in charge of the ceremony looked troubled. "But Your Majesty, there is no precedent in the history of the Ecclesiarchy for canonizing Living Saint without a ceremony."

"A precedent?" The Pope glanced at him.

"The Living Saint is appointed for our people to see. Without the investiture ceremony, how would the people know that the Emperor has bestowed grace upon his sheep?"

"Is there anyone in the Imperium who doesn't know Lord Lin En's name now?"

The Cardinal remained silent.

The Pope closed the folder.

"As Lord Lin En wishes, register his identity and distribute the investiture documents. The official announcement will state that the Emperor's Envoy Lin En, has performed miraculous deeds, bringing the will of our God. The Ecclesiarchy, by the Emperor's grace, hereby bestows upon him the title of Living Saint. Due to the urgency of military affairs, the ceremony will be simplified."

"Simplify the ceremony... is that all you're going to write?"

"Just write it like that, the believers won't care. Lord Lin En is fighting abroad, and all of this is for the sake of the Imperium."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will take care of it immediately."

The cardinal in red sighed and went to do it.

A week later, news of the Ecclesiarchy was spread throughout the Imperium by the Chaplain.

"Emperor's Envoy, Lord Lin En, has brought the will and grace of the God-Emperor. The Ecclesiarchy, respectfully obeying the Emperor's will, hereby formally confers upon Lord Lin En the title of Living Saint. Due to the urgency of military affairs, the ceremony will be simplified, but Lord Lin En's treatment and status will be in accordance with those of Living Saint of the Imperium!"

On every planet, Chaplain stood on the steps of the city square, holding up their scriptures and shouting at the top of their lungs:

"The Emperor has bestowed a new Living Saint upon him! Lord Lin En! The Emperor's grace has manifested in him!"

The believers gathered at the bottom of the steps, looking up at the Chaplain announcing the new message.

"Our Living Saint, Lord Lin En, is leading the Emperor's Swarm at the front lines! Wiping out all Chaos and Xenos! Dozens of worlds have been returned to Imperium Imperium from the clutches of the Xenos and Chaos! Let us pray for our Living Saint! And praise the mighty name of our God!"

A chorus of exclamations arose from the crowd.

A new light seemed to gradually ignite in the gloomy eyes of the onlookers.

Praise be to the Living Saint!

Praise be to my God!

"Chaplain Excellency, is it possible that the Living Saint will come to us?"

"We're relatively peaceful here, so the Living Saint probably won't be coming for the time being. We'll have to wait until the war is over!"

Lin En sat in his office and stuffed the investiture document from the Ecclesiarchy into his drawer.

"Okay, that's all."

Phoros, standing to the side, said with dissatisfaction, "My lord, although the Ecclesiarchy has exempted you from the ceremony as you said, you are, after all, Living Saint. They only sent a cardinal to deliver the official documents, and the Imperium's usual provisions, offerings, and ceremonial regalia for Living Saint haven't been sent either..."

Lin En found it a little funny.

What's going on? It seems like Phoros is increasingly becoming the chief steward of the royal court.

Lin En stood up and clapped her hands. "Alright, alright, stop nagging. Take a look at the things that should have been given to me but weren't sent. See what we can use right now. I'll ask the Pope for them later. We'll just leave the ceremonial items and stuff we don't need."

"Why wouldn't we need them? Can't we just bring them over and put them in the Governor's Palace as attendants?"

"Fine~ You're the Grand Eunuch, so you call the shots. I'll be coming back later." Lin En turned around and shooed him away, "Go back to work. Have you finished all your work? Have you fed the bugs? Killed the Greenskins? Cleared the Chaos? You haven't finished anything? What are you doing here? Go get to work, there's no time to be a monkey."

*******

After that Lin En led the swarm of insects to gradually clear the galaxy outwards.

The Tyranid Fleet traversed the Milky Way, swallowing up Greenskins WAAAGHs one after another. Drukhari Raiding Party circled Bolomite, and the Phaeron Necrons silent one by one. The T'au retreated to their own star systems, and the Aeldari Craftworld kept their distance.

The Imperial Navy followed behind Lord Lin En's fleet, responsible for cleaning up the mess after Lord Lin En conquered the planet, establishing outposts, and planting the Imperium flag.

Major General Claude, who had met Lin En before and had not offended him, accepted this important task.

Rear Admiral Claude stood on the bridge of the Anvil, holding a cup of hot tea in his hands.

He had stood on the bridge of a ship countless times in his life, but he had never been so relaxed.

In the past, they were so badly wounded during battles that they almost lost their minds. Now, the Tyranids Mothership are at the forefront, devouring the enemy, and all they have to do is wait for Lord Lin En to finish the fighting and take over.

... This job is really easy.

He held his teacup, looking at the Holo-screen.

A swarm of Blue-Green-Purple Tyranids Mothership is besieging a Greenskins planet 30,000 kilometers ahead.

The swarm of insects poured down from the Mothership's belly like Waterfall, densely covering half the planet's surface.

The Greenskins rushed out of the stronghold, but were overwhelmed by the swarm of insects before they could take two steps.

In less than an hour, all the Greenskins signals on the planet's surface disappeared.

... fear.

No wonder planets that encounter insect swarms, unless they are the homeworld of Astartes, generally cannot survive for long.

Once the numbers reach a certain level, it becomes truly disheartening.

--However, the Zerg Swarm now belongs to the Imperium.

Hey, it feels so good to be able to take over a planet without firing a single shot!

His adjutant stood to the side, somewhat hesitant. "Sir."

"Um?"

"Do we... need to do something?"

Lord Lin En is fighting in front, and we're just following behind and watching? Isn't that a bit too lazy?

Claude thought for a moment.

"You're right."

The adjutant's eyes lit up: "Then we—"

Claude said, "You can follow behind and applaud Lord Lin En every now and then."

Adjutant: "... Well, that works too."

Claude patted him on the shoulder. "Go on, do a good job, congratulate Lin En Lin En time he wins a battle, don't let Lord Lin En think our navy is useless."

"Understood." The adjutant immediately became serious and saluted.

Emotional value is also value; he'll definitely make a film that will satisfy Lord Lin En!

After finishing its meal, the Tyranids Mothership turned around and flew towards the next planet.

Claude put down his teacup, picked up the communicator, became serious, and issued the order:

"Navigator, prepare for landing and take over the planet!"

The main Engine of the Anvil were ignited, and the battleship slowly accelerated, followed by a dozen cruisers and Escort Frigate, before landing on the planet that had just been cleared.

The planet's surface was a scene of utter devastation.

The Greenskins stronghold collapsed, the tin shed was torn to pieces by the insect swarm, and the ground was covered with Greenskins footprints and traces of insect limbs.

But all the Greenskins were wiped out, not a single one remained.

Lord Lin En's fighting style and efficiency are something the Imperial Navy could never catch up to in several lifetimes.

Major General Claude stood amidst the ruins, his feet treading on the remains of the Greenskins and the Tyranids left by the Zerg, watching the Marines work swiftly to build outposts, erect communication antennas, and plant Imperium flags.

The creep left by the Tyranids covered the spores left by the Greenskins. On planets covered by the Tyranids, even the Greenskins ' spores rarely grow again.

The planets cleared by the Tyranids are very safe, with virtually no more enemies. This job is really easy; all they need to do is search the planet's surface for any survivors, register the population, report to the Imperium, establish garrisons, and restore order.

Major General Claude looked around and suddenly sighed.

In the past, every war resulted in many deaths.

No one springs out of thin air from a crack in a rock; everyone has their own parents, children, brothers, and sisters.

He had been following Lord Lin En for some time now.

Sometimes I really think Lord Lin En is an incredibly capable person.

Too much fighting can make people lose their sense of the weight and number of human lives, but Lord Lin En never had such a moment.

As long as you stay by Lord Lin En's side, you won't die.

He was always mindful of the life of every human being he could see.