Chapter 545 - Chapter 545: Chapter 503: Asking God to Decide! (1/2)

Chapter 545: Chapter 503: Asking God to Decide!

The Fischer family meeting had progressed to its latter half.

To this day, too many people were eligible to participate in a Fischer family meeting.

Including the direct descendants of the Fischer family, their spouses and other relatives by marriage, along with key members from the families of “Noble Blood,” and a small selection of promising individuals from the Dawn Church.

Indeed, over a hundred people were qualified to attend the meeting.

However, they merely had the opportunity to listen in, yet people still regarded it as a supreme honor.

For any Blood Receiver of the Dawn Church, the chance to go to the Grand Hall was considered their ideal.

Only the Fischer Family’s direct descendants, the “Noble Blood,” and a few important relatives of the Fischer family were truly eligible to speak in the Grand Hall.

Those who could ultimately vote were even fewer.

The Fischer family had still not expanded the voting rights by much; essentially, only the adult direct descendants of the Fischer family and very few others like Christine’s husband, Andre, had the right to vote in the Grand Hall.

According to the prophecy abilities of the Path of Revelation, they could ascertain an important message.

In thirty years, the powers of the false gods would completely vanish from this world.

While that proved on one hand that false gods were merely false gods and their powers were limited, it also undeniably spelled huge crises.

By then, the Fischer family would likely be besieged by forces from all over the world.

Although the Fischers were already very powerful, they still needed more strength, which was the fundamental reason why Darren proposed to reveal the secret.

“I think there’s no need to continue discussing; let’s just vote now.”

As Darren returned and sat down, his first request was to conduct a family vote immediately.

Because conservative and radical views couldn’t be changed in a short time, possibly not even within a year or two—since no one could temporarily persuade another—it was better to just start voting.

A vote?

Felix looked at his radical father and then at those who had the right to vote, pondering what the final outcome could be if they proceeded with the vote.

“I think there’s a better approach.”

At that moment, Archer spoke up.

As the High Priest of the Dawn Church, his status was quite high, albeit usually slightly lower than the two Family Heads, but at times even his authority surpassed theirs.

Decades had passed, and he no longer had the fragile demeanor of earlier days, though his body was still thin and small—of course, nobody would underestimate him for his stature.

Anyone who dared to belittle Archer, even if he himself didn’t react, would be retaliated against by the fanatics of the Dawn Church.

“What?” Felix asked.

“That is naturally… to consult our great God! Let God decide!” Archer’s voice suddenly rose.

“Great Lord of the Lost, who has granted us immense power, which inherently belongs to the divine, and we are merely the enjoyers!”

“Now that such a significant proposal is to be decided, revealing the power that belongs to the Gods to the world, how are we mere mortals qualified to vote on it?”

He paused briefly, then continued.

“Only through conducting a grand Sacrifice, earnestly praying, and asking the great One’s opinion, can we determine the correct path for our future!”

Archer’s voice was louder than ever, and everyone looked at each other.

Compared to the Fischer family’s internal vote, the will of the great Lord of the Lost always had a higher priority, without a doubt.

Even Darren had to nod.

“Good, I agree with your idea.”

On this matter, there was no need for a vote; everyone was persuaded by Archer’s proposal.

In the center of the Grand Hall, a majestic altar made of pure gold now towered, adorned with various Sacrifices, from the most precious gemstones of the Fischer family to grain symbolizing bountiful harvests—all manifesting reverence for the Lord of the Lost.

The altar was surrounded by blazing flames, casting light on everyone’s faces as if igniting their souls as well.

“Let us begin.”

With the start of the Sacrifice, Archer, clad in lavish traditional attire and holding a scepter, slowly entered the center of the hall.

He chanted ancient hymns in a melodious and solemn voice, as if capable of transcending the boundaries of time and space to converse with the great Lord of the Lost.

Every one of Archer’s movements and gazes brimmed with reverence and devotion to the divine.

Soon after, numerous priests from the Dawn Church came forward one after another, presenting their prepared Sacrifices to the great Lord of the Lost through the altar.

A mysterious power suddenly emerged in the Grand Hall.

Karl silently watched this scene.

He had been observing.

Yes.