I am the emperor of Mengwang

At the same time, in the territory of Demon Lord Clement.

Clayman sat in the Devil's seat that belonged to him.

Although Clement appeared calm on the surface, his fingers tapping on the table showed that he was not very calm inside.

Because since he asked Laplace and the others to go out, there has been no news for a long time.

"Logically speaking, with Laplace and the others' abilities, they should have returned by now. Could there be some unexpected event?"

At this moment, Clement’s brows were furrowed, and he was tapping the table while thinking.

“That’s impossible? Since Veldora disappeared, there shouldn’t be any existence in the Great Forest that can stop Laplace and the others, right?”

Kleiman analyzed the situation.

"In the crystal ball, the only ones whose strength is worth considering are that slime and that dragon king. Could it be that the dragon king has teamed up with that slime?"

"Not too possible."

Clement shook his head and rejected the idea.

"Is it possible..."

Suddenly, a figure wearing a white hooded robe and emitting a powerful aura appeared in Clement’s mind.

Recalling Laplace’s instructions, Clayman’s handsome features suddenly turned gloomy.

"That means the worst situation has occurred. The figure in the white robe should have taken action."

Thinking of Laplace's comments on the white-robed figure, a trace of fear and madness flashed in Clayman's eyes.

"boom----"

"Damn it, what dares to go against me? Don't worry about your life."

Clement slapped the table with his palm, and the luxurious long table was instantly shattered into pieces under Clement’s palm.

At this moment, Clement's heart was filled with endless anger, and he did not take Laplace's advice to heart at all.

What slime? What dragon king? And that figure in a white robe? They are all a bunch of scum.

His plan was absolutely perfect, why didn't these bastards just follow his script?

The purpose of these scum's existence is to make things difficult for this demon king, contribute to his great cause, and become a stepping stone for him to reach a higher level.

That bastard Kallion only wants benefits but doesn't want to put in any effort. Sooner or later, I will make him pay the price.

And that bitch Frey, why can't she just listen to my instructions?

Especially Milim, I will make all those who look down on me, the New Century Demon King, pay the price they deserve.

Thinking of this, Clement couldn't calm down.

A terrifying pressure was released from his body.

All the decorations and furnishings around him were shattered under Clement’s pressure.

After a brief burst of venting, Clement’s inner anger dissipated a little.

"Forget it. It's not the end yet. No one knows who will win or lose. Laplace and the others may just have been tripped up by something and that's why they didn't come back."

Clayman looked out the window.

"Yes, I don't need to be so pessimistic."

"Laplace and the others are extremely strong."

“It’s impossible that Laplace, Thea, and Footman can’t fight against that white-robed figure.”

"It's even possible that Laplace and the others defeated that figure in white robes?"

Thinking of this, Clayman’s gloomy expression eased a little.

"Once Laplace and the others control the Dragon King, my power will increase greatly. By then, even other demon kings will not be able to underestimate me."

Clayman knew that many of the ten great demon lords looked down upon them, the New Age demon lords, especially Guy and Milim, who were the oldest demon lords.

Especially Guy, who valued Carion more than himself. Is he a blind man?

How could Kallion be qualified to compare with Clayman? He was just a reckless man. In his opinion, Kallion was not worthy of the position of Demon King. Only Clayman was worthy of the position of Demon King.

He, Clement, was ashamed to be associated with Kalion and his ilk.

And once this control is successful, he can start the next plan. By then, neither Frey, Karion, nor Milim can escape from his grasp.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Thinking of this, Clement laughed unconsciously.

"By the way, I wonder how those guys are doing with the Storm Demon Vortex?"

At this moment, Clement suddenly remembered something.

Before the plan started, Clement sent people to release the Storm Demon Vortex, as he said.

The more chaotic the situation, the greater the benefit to him.

And that slime Demon Federation is really an eyesore.

"Someone is coming."

Clayman shouted out the door.

This was a demon with an extremely strange shape and appearance who walked in tremblingly.

"Lord Clement, what do you want?"

The demon fell to his knees with a thud, his voice trembling.

"How is the matter with the Storm Demon Vortex going?"

Clement asked slowly, with a very calm attitude.

Elegance suits him, he is a noble demon king known as the "Puppet Master", he needs to pay attention to etiquette in front of his subordinates.

"My Lord, this was not done by me, but by Lord Five Fingers."

The demon replied tremblingly.

"Oh, then go and bring the person who is responsible for this matter to me. If he doesn't come back within one stick of incense, you don't have to live."

Clayman's cruel words reached the demon's ears.

"Yes, yes, Master Clement."

The demon crawled to his feet and ran out of Clement’s room.

At this moment, Clement was in an extremely happy mood. The feeling of being able to easily control other people's lives was simply too pleasant.

The Five Fingers are his capable men. To some extent, one of them is even stronger than him, but as long as they are controlled by Clement, they are his puppets.

As a puppet, you must serve him well, otherwise

It only takes a while.

A woman in a lavender dress and a cape came up to Clement.

The woman had an extremely delicate appearance, with gorgeous long green hair, a pair of gem-like blue eyes, and a purple gem between her eyebrows that added to her charm.

Her figure is impeccable, with a curvy figure and an exquisite and flawless face. She is truly a peerless beauty.

This woman was none other than the ring finger among the five fingers of Clement’s subordinate—Muelan.

He is also one of the few people in the original work who caused great harm to the entire Tempest.

The woman slowly knelt on one knee and spoke to Clement in front of her very respectfully.

"Lord Clement, what can I do for you?"