And more and more screens went black, the gray monitors shimmering with cold light, like the abyss gazing at Batman.
He leaned back in his chair, still holding the Can Luo, while Mars Girl awkwardly emerged from the side.
"I'm not some computer or communicator. After you finish talking with them, just say 'Megan, I'm done.'"
Batman ignored her remarks and continued to issue orders to her in an unwavering tone.
"Before communication is restored, I need you to help me contact Barry and Superman, and Steel Bone's backup communication plan should be online. We need to speed up."
Steel Bone has another means, using the burst sound technology of the Mother Box to transmit signals to the Blood Domain Echo Layer, launching sound waves through the Wall of Origin, enabling him to communicate with any Multiverse.
Although the Wall of Origin is fragmented in one section, other directions can still be utilized.
Steel Bone isn't here now, but Batman can mimic this point using technology. Though he can't achieve Multiverse communication, he can still restore Earth's communication via the echo of the Wall of Origin.
Batman had long prepared for Star Wars; when the enemy cuts off Earth's communication, he will activate this plan.
"Blue Beetle is in charge of this matter. He is supervising and protecting the scientists at the secret base station."
Megan's psychic ability immediately located Ted Kord, who was in an underground shelter somewhere in Detroit, almost under the Celestial Eye Association's nose, where there's a secret Justice League lab.
Undoubtedly, they are now completely submerged, although the underground shelter is highly waterproof, food, water, and even oxygen are limited.
If the Justice League can't solve the current flood crisis, those people will all suffocate underground.
"Do you need me to do anything else? I can sense that you're worried about the Bat Clan. Do you want me to help you contact them?"
"They're rushing to temporary shelters to maintain order, now leave my mind. I called you for something other than psychological assessment from Titan."
Batman knows Barbara will make the right choice; she's the calmest of all the Batwomens.
Worry? Maybe a bit, but now the safety priority of the Bat Clan isn't higher than the world's safety.
Megan pouted, all right, if no contact, then no contact. Why so harsh?
Batman felt Megan leave his mind, the feeling of being watched disappeared:
"Inform the science department of Hall of Justice, if they can't quickly find the point where seawater is pouring in, they better be ready to give Batman an explanation."
"Uh, I'll find a friendlier way to say it, but I'll give them a psychological hint of fear; they'll understand themselves."
Megan scratched her head, not wanting to act too 'Bat-like.' As long as the goal is achieved, Batman doesn't care about trivial matters.
"Continue evacuating the hall, let the chefs and cleaners seek refuge."
Megan approached a bit, wanting to see the surveillance host: "What about you?"
"I must ensure that the containment measures for the Totality won't fail." Batman spun the chair, looking back at the few screens still lit: "I broke all my bones to obtain it from the Destruction Legion, and I absolutely cannot lose it here."
"If anything remains unsolved, I'll throw away Batman, Uncle Ron will be very, very angry." Megan touched her arm, only hearing that Batman intended to guard the Hall of Justice until death; she wouldn't leave either.
A white light flashed in Batman's eyes, he adjusted his posture slightly: "When the Science Squad evacuates, I'll go with them, sealing here completely... Now help me contact Superman."
Megan nodded, trusting Batman's words: "Yes, sir."
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Mera's situation was just as dire; the Justice League couldn't spare anyone to assist her.
And as her protective water curtain over the city was breached, Poseidonis was now entirely fallen, with only a few spires still peeking above the water.
Mera's guards and advisers all turned into fish-men, launching an attack on her.
With her water control ability, she formed a protective layer on her body surface, isolating those purple seawaters, and charged out of the fish-men crowd.
Now, the only aid she could think of was at the top of the high tower, which was the solitary prison.
The once prosperous Poseidonis was now in chaos, an unfamiliar fish-man army appeared in the city, and the splendid buildings were rapidly sinking.
She swam swiftly across the water, protected by hard water, wielding her weapon, continually repelling fish-men, and climbed to the top of the tower.
The walls were dry, and that was good.
Mera activated her ability, hard water enhanced her strength; she dismantled the iron window of the cell with her bare hands.
"We've had conflicts before, but now Atlantis needs you. It's not just your compatriots; all living beings on Earth need you, Om, will you help me?"
Om was chained with metal chains as thick as thighs in place, and his deep purple armor was still on. When Atlantis surfaced, he needed the armor to isolate the sunlight shining into the cell from outside.
Om laughed, lifting his head to look at Mera in front of him, who was holding his weapon.
"You and Arthur always saw me as a monster, but everything I've done was for Atlantis..." Om reached out to her, needing the weapon to cut off the chains: "Yes, I will certainly help you, Mera. Today... this world needs the Sea Lord!"
Mera didn't hesitate, tossing the silver trident in her hand to Om, and turned to fight off pursuers with hard water.
Om immediately cut off the chains confining him, picked up his helmet from the corner of the cell, slightly moving his wrist, feeling the familiar weight of the trident in his hand.
"Come with me, some divine artifacts in Poseidonis City can reverse our disadvantage."
Mera likewise protected Om with hard water, and the two jumped back into the deep purple water from the other side of the spire.
Although Om was a bit inferior to Arthur, he was still a very powerful warrior, and under his protection, they could advance smoothly.
Of course, the most critical point was, Om is ruthless and unscrupulous in achieving his goals.
The ones turned into fish-men were once his subjects, yet he had no hesitation; his trident slashed and stabbed, opening a bloody path with Mera.
They returned to the already submerged urban area, navigating through the labyrinthine corridors of the royal palace, Om led her around.
Om's trident danced, several fish-men were instantly torn apart, and he still joked with Mera.
"Seems like my people 'admire' their new queen greatly."
Mera just used water to push the fish-men away, not wanting to kill: "Now, talking about this? I remind you, my water control technique presently is the only means ensuring you don't turn into a monster."
Om shrugged, twisted a fish-man's neck, pulling the other's head off like picking a fruit.
Well, such proficient threatening means, without hesitation using someone's life as a threat, Mera indeed is more suited to be king than Arthur, Om's opinion of his sister-in-law changed significantly.