"Alduin, I, Desmond, am not so easily bullied!"
Fire of Lava churned before Flame Demon Duke Desmond. The raised Blazing Greatsword erupted like a crazily exploding volcano, blasting a pillar of flame straight into the heavens.
"I admit that the power of a god is formidable! But... if you want to defeat me, your followers will also suffer devastating casualties!"
Desmond pointed his sword at the Beautiful Soldiers covering the mountains and plains behind Alduin and shouted, "Alduin, a god's power comes from faith. Even if you defeat me, few of your followers will survive. If you lose so many followers, then even if you conquer the Molten Wasteland and occupy this layer of the Abyss, the losses will outweigh the gains!"
"Call a truce, Alduin! Your divinity can be no more than Medium Divine Power. Losing millions of followers will cause your divinity to fall, leaving you able to maintain only the level of Low Divine Power. Your enemies—and those hypocritical Good Gods—will never let such an opportunity pass!"
Desmond did not want to clash head-on with Alduin. He intended to lay out the stakes and persuade Alduin to withdraw.
"Alduin, even if you defeat me, defeat the other Demon Dukes of the Molten Wasteland, and completely occupy this layer of the Abyss, you will still face immense danger. The Molten Wasteland is not far from the Abyss of Fear. The Fear Demon King will not be willing to have a god as a neighbor."
The Fear Demon King was one of the titans among Abyssal Demons, possessing strength equivalent to a god with Great Divine Power.
If Alduin occupied the Molten Wasteland, lost millions of followers, and suffered a decline in divinity to Low Divine Power, then even if he turned the Molten Wasteland into a divine kingdom