Michelle Miller was furious beyond measure.
She no longer cared about plans or traps, she just wanted to kill the three humans in front of her who kept spitting at her and provoking her.
First, she'd sever their arms and legs, turning them into meatballs, then crush their waists, torturing them to death.
She had discovered this method recently.
Cruel, bloody.
But, effective!
It was guaranteed to incite fear and rage in humans.
To torment the dead, terrify the living, and outrage the onlookers.
The glint of the blade, terrifyingly enhanced by the lightning around, made Michelle Miller's long knife shimmer.
"General Michelle Miller!"
However, just as Michelle Miller was about to strike, another equally beautiful mermaid suddenly appeared beside her.
"What are you doing?" Michelle Miller stopped her blade mid-air, furrowing her brows and turning back to look at the half-mermaid.
Although both were female, the mermaid hierarchy was strict and stratified.
