For that one second, the air seemed to freeze. Pre Vizsla had his eyes closed, waiting for the cold helmet to be placed over his head.
Yet before the eyes of everyone present—all three hundred thousand spectators—they witnessed an utterly staggering scene.
Pre Vizsla's most loyal general, the leader of Clan Saxon—Gal Saxon! At some point, he had moved behind Pre Vizsla and reached past him to seize the helmet!
Only then did Pre Vizsla realize something was wrong. He whirled around, but Gal Saxon moved far faster, raising an electroshocker and pressing it against his armor.
Bzzzzzzzt—! The powerful current instantly surged through Pre Vizsla's metal armor and spread across his entire body! He trembled violently and collapsed at once.
"True Mandalor... are you worthy of that title? You stray dog." Gal Saxon coldly tossed out those words.
Then he stepped past Pre Vizsla, stood before the altar, spread his arms, and shouted to the hundreds of thousands below, "How can we choose a sinner, a madman, a coward, to become Mand'alor?!"
"The Mandalorians once shook the entire Milky Way Galaxy! Even the Galactic Republic once trembled before the Mandalorian Crusaders! Pre Vizsla wants to become Mand'alor? What gives him the right to lead Mandalore to strength? What gives him the right to lead Mandalore to rise again?"
"Can the Kryze family do it? No!! After the slaughter and humiliation of the 'Mandalorian Excision,' the Kryze family has done nothing but teach us peace, teach us to bow and scrape before the Galactic Republic! What humiliation could be greater than this?! Must we Mandalorians survive in humiliation forever?"
"We Mandalorians do not want peace! Still less do we want neutrality! What we want is to stand tall in the Milky Way Galaxy and live with dignity!!"
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