অধ্যায় ১৫৩: হাউইকারী স্বর্গীয় নেকড়ে, মহা বিবর্তনীয় ঐশ্বরিক আলোর ক্ষমতা!

সমandantore साथे साथे, beriye asha khunxe gulo pray shobar-i porishkar hoye aschhe. Eta dekhe onekei mone mone shanti pelo.

Kintu—

"Ao-o-u!"

Dure, hothat ekta dharun gorjon shuna gela.
Shobder shathe shathe, matir upar ashonkhyo mati ar kather tukro kete uthlo.
Shobai drishti firiye dekhlo, ekta khunxe gribe aschhe.
Eta ekta shobde kalo lom-e dhaka bishal nekde!
Akare khub boro na holeo, tar shorire ekta bhoyongor shokti chhoriye chhilo, mukh ta bhoyonkor ebong tikshno dant gulo beriye chhilo, charte pa-i chhilo osim shokti.

"Shawtian Lang!"
"Eta Shawtian Lang, ja chhoy-nong morjar sthore abosthith!"

Ekjon shonmanito sreshto chine felle eta ke, ar ashchorjo hoye uthlo.
Shawtian Lang, jar modhye Shwyue Yin Lang-er rokto royechhe, jar ache bishal shobdo shokti, ekta gorjonei at-tikshan sreshto gulo matha ghurte shuru kore.
Aro boro byapar holo, tar goti khub druto.
Pray bijli-r moto, take dhora khub kothin!

Tokhon,
Oi Shawtian Lang matha tule gorjon korar jonyo toiri holo.

"Bhalo na!"
"She shobdo akromon korar toiri korchhe, shobai shabdhane thakbe!"

Eta dekhe, ekjon sreshto mukher rong bodle fello.
Ar tar kotha shesh howar shathei,
"Ao-o-w~"

Ekta adbhut nekder dak hothat fete porlo, ar charidike shoto shoto milor modhye chhoriye porlo.
Shobdo eto beshi chhilo je batashe dheu tule gelo, jekhanei gelo, shobai matha ghurte laglo, chokhe tara dekhlo, shorirer roktor chhoto-khato badha shrishti holo.
Ar khunxe gulo tar shokti harate laglo.

Eta korar por,
Shawtian Lang ekta jhatka dilo, tar shorir theke hothat gayeb hoye gela, ar kachhe ekjon chhar-dik joyi joddhar dike egiye gelo.
Tarpor she rukkho bhabe akromon korlo, ekta kamre shei joddha ke gile fello.

Tarpor,
Tar shorir thamlo na, druto upatyakar modhye eshe abar akromon korlo.
Chokher paloke onek gulo chhar-dik joyi joddhar opor bhari akromon korlo!

"Take thamaw!"
"Take aro akromon korte dewa jabe na!"

Chu Song chittakar kore egiye gelo, tar hate tarowarer dhar baha-i hochhilo, shawtian lang-er dike chole gelo.
Kintu...
Shawtian Lang-er goti eto druto chhilo!
Chu Song-er tarowar shawtian lang-er gaye laglo na, borong shawtian lang ekta jhatka diye shoraye gelo, tarpor paw diye akromon korlo, Chu Song bhoyongor bhabe ahoto hoye pichhone pore gelo.
Akashe onek rokto chhiriye porlo, jokhon matite porlo, tar shorir bhenge gechhe.
Chu Song ekjon sreshto, se morbe na thik-i, kintu tarong ahoto hoye gechhe.

Eshei ekjon sreshtoke ahoto kore fello!
Eta dekhe shob joddhader pran-e bhoy dhuke gelo.

"Ao-o-w!"
Tokhon,
Shawtian Lang abar matha tule gorjon korlo, abar shob joddhader matha ghurte laglo, tarpor puraton upay abhar korar chengchey, tar shorir ekbar ghuriye, shobair roktor badhar shomoye, ekjon sreshtor dike egiye gelo!

Ar lokhyo...
Sothik bhabe Gu Cang!

Tokhon Gu Cang-er rokto jamed hoye gechhe, protikriya korte parchhilo na.
Se shudhumatro chokh diye dekhte laglo je shawtian lang kachhe aschhe, eto kachhe je tar chokhe rakhashe olo-ta dekha jacche.
Eta Gu Cang-er chokhe nirasar chhaya felle, bhoye chokh bondho kore fello.

Tarpor—
"Chhang!"

Jokhon mone holo dharalo paw shorire ghubbe, kintu tar bodole ekta shokto dhakkar shobdo fete porlo, jar fole ekta bhoyongor dheu tar kane bajlo.

Gu Cang bhoye chokh khullo.
Dekhlo, ekta manush tar samne dariye achhe!
Chu Mo!
Chu Mo take bachiyeche!

"Gu Cang Sreshto, ei khunxe ta amake dao, apni onno sreshtoder sahajjo korun!"
Chu Mo mone koriye dilo.

"Bhalo! Chu Sreshto shabdhane thakben!"
Gu Cang matha nure shethan theke druto chole gelo.

Tar chole jawar por, Chu Mo oi shawtian lang-er dike takalo.
Onno sreshtoder kachhe eke goti ar shobdo akromon bhoyongor mone hote pare, kintu Chu Mo agei atonma toiri korechhe, tai shawtian lang-er shobdo akromon tar kono khoti korte parlo na!
Ei karonei,
Se shongkhyae bhabe thik somoye Gu Cang ke bachiye nite perechhe.

"Chhoy-nong modhyom sthorer khunxe hisabe, tar shokti amar moto na!"
"Kintu goti amar cheye beshi!"
"Kintu ami jodi puron bayu gun-er shokti prayog kori, tahole mile jule thakte parbo!"

Agei Chu Mo shawtian lang-er shokti andaj korechhe.

"Ghor!"
Tokhon, shawtian lang Chu Mo-r dike takiye, dant chepe, ghor-ghor shobdo korlo.
Bhoy dekhabar shobdo korlo.
Kintu...
Jodi bhalo bhabe dekha jay, tahole dekha jabe je tar ekta samner paw thorthor kore kompchhe, rokto goriye porchhe.

Agei akromon-e,
Chu Mo-r Qiu Sha torwar tar pawer shathe dhokhrai legechhe, jodi o legtar paw kete fele ni, kintu dharalo torwarer dhar shawtian lang-er paw-e gha baniye feyechhe.
Eta shawtian lang ke bujhiye diyechhe je Chu Mo ekta khub shoktishali protidwandi!
Tai ekshomoye r akromon korte shahas koreni.

Eta dekhe,
Chu Mo ektu hese fello, tarpor bayu gun-er shokti prayog kore, On-ying Huan-bu prayog kore, tar shorir ekbar jhatka diye shawtian lang-er dike egiye gelo.

"Ghor!"
Eta dekhe,
Shawtian lang-er chokhe lobh ar rakhashe bhab ese gelo.
Se bhabeni je ei choto manush ta ebar nijei samne egiye aschhe, eta tar dike ahban!
Tai se o tar shorir jhatka diye Chu Mo-r dike egiye gelo.
Akasher modhye, ekta paw bariye dilo, Chu Mo-r pet fure fete chay.

"Xuantian Pador-Khat!"
Chu Mo pichhone hotlo na, rokto tar tarikh moto cholchhe, shokti agneyagirir moto fete porchhe, torwarer koushol prayog korlo, dui sho gun brihiryate, lal rang-er Qiu Sha torwar akash kete fello, ekta halke lal raksha tene dilo, mone holo akasho kete jabe, sidhe pore gelo.

"Bhoom!!!"
Qiu Sha torwar ar pawer dhakka lege abar ekta bsfotoner shobdo holo.
Tarpor, 'puch' ekta shobdo shuna gela, tarpor dekha gelo shawtian lang-er shorir tar ashar somoye cheyeo druto gti te pichhone chole gelo.
Bhoom kore matir opor pore gelo.
Paw-e, har obdhi bhed kora gha toiri hoye gelo.

"Ao-o-u!"
Hothat emon ahoto hoye shawtian lang sampurno pagol hoye gela, matha tule gorjon korlo, shobdo akromon korlo.
Ekta adarsho dheu druto chhoriye porlo.
Jekhanei gelo, khunxe hok ba manush joddha, shobar matha ghurte laglo.

Ar Chu Mo—
Dekha gelo tar zifu-r modhye, atonma shonali alo chhoriyechhe, bhoyongor shobdo akromon ke theme dilo.
Kono khoti-i korte parlo na!

"Kshudro koushol!"
Chu Mo kono poroya korlo na.
Tarpor thanda gore bollo: "Jokhen tumi atma ke akromon korte pochhondo koro, tobe amar koushol o dekho!"

Kotha shesh howar shathei,
Tar zifu-r modhye, atonma hothat chokh khullo, tarpor pichhoner shonali chakra ekta shonali bhalote rupantor holo, atonma hathe dhorlo, tarpor sidhe nilep diye chhure marlo.

"Weng!"

Dekha gelo ekta shonali alo akash kete chole gelo, ek muhurter modhye shawtian lang-er mathay dhuke gelo.
Eta shotti Dayuan Shen-guang!
Tokhon theke Chu Mo ei bidya shekheche, tokhono byabohar koreni, ekhon ei khunxe ke diye parikha kora jak!

Dayuan Shen-guang chole jabar por, Chu Mo bujhte parlo, shen-guang shawtian lang-er mathay ghurlo, tarpor tar atma sheshe mishe gelo.
Kono protikriyar shokti-i chhilo na!

Ar baire.
Ei shawtian lang agei dariye chhilo, kintu hothat shorir shokto hoye gelo, chokh gulo khor hoye gelo, tarpor bhari shobde matite pore gelo.
Ar kono dak chhilo na!

"Ki bhoyongor Dayuan Shen-guang!"
Eta dekhe, Chu Mo nijei mone mone chokito holo.
Bhebe dekho keno atma ar atonmar shobcheye shoktishali akromon koushol bola hoye, karon ei shokti shatru-r akromon ar rokkha gona kore na, sidhe atma-r opor kaj kore, shudhu jara beshi shoktishali jara atma rokkha korar koushol jane, tara hi thakte pare!

"Ami shudhu Dayuan Shen-guang bidya matro shuru korechi, tar eto shokti!"
"Jodi ami eke sampurno kore feli, tobe kemon bhoyongor hobe?"
Chu Mo bhabte laglo.

"Chu Sreshto, ei shawtian lang ke kete felle?"
"Ar ami dekhte-i pelam na shawtian lang ki bhabe morlo!"
"Ki bhoyongor koushol!"

Tokhon,
Onek gulo sreshto eta dekhe felle, shobai chokito holo.
Tারা shudhu dekhlo Chu Mo ek tarwate shawtian lang ke pichhone feliyechhe, tarpor se nijei matite pore gela.
Shatru ki bhabe morlo, keu dekhtei pelo na.
Ei adbhut koushol shob sreshto ke bhoy diyechhe.
Shathe shathe,
Chu Mo-r shokti niye tararo bhalo dharona ar o uchu sthore chole gelo!

...

Ei shawtian lang more jawar por, baki khunxe gulo o sreshtoder akromon theke rokkha pete parlo na.
Khub shighri.
Fater baire ei khunxe gulo, shobai kete fela holo.
Kintu keu bishram nilo na, borong fater gayei dariye roilo, jate kono khunxe abar beriye na jay.

Shomoy chole gelo.
Khub shighri, ek din shomoy kete gelo.
Ei bishal array shesh poronto toiri hoye gelo, tarpor sampurno chalu kora holo, ekta nila alo uthlo, ulto bati-r moto, fatake sampurno rokkha kore fello.

Ei sthor porjonto, shobai ektu shanti pelo.
"Array toiri hoye gechhe, ebar fater modhye dhuke, Wanshou zong-er joddhader porishkar kora hobe!"
Tokhon, Mojiya babu bollen.

Array toiri hoye gechhe, khunxe beriye ashar bhoy nei, tara ebar bondho ghore kukur pitoner plan chalu korte parbe, oi Wanshou zong-er joddhader shob porishkar korbe.
Tai shobai ektu bishram niye, fater modhye dhokar toiri holo.

Kintu.
Dhokar age.
Mojiya babu hothat storero bag theke ghori-r moto kichhu jontro ber korlen.

"Eta yogajog sthan-jontro, amra fater modhye dhokar por, jodi kono bipod hay, eta ke chalu kora jabe, kachher lok message pabe, asbe sahajjyer jonyo!"

Shob joddha ekta kore nille, sabdhane rekhe dilo, karon eta bipoder shomoy pran bachanor jinis.
Ar Chu Mo o ekta nille, bhalo bhabe dekhe, hate pore nille.

"Cholo!"
Mojiya babu chittakar korlen, tarpor age age giye, onno joddhader niye fater modhye dhuke porlen.
Chu Mo o tar pichhone chole gelo.

Jokhon se fater modhye paw dilo, ekta matha ghurano obostha tar mon ke chutiye dilo, jokhon abar samne dekhte pelo, tobe deklo duniyai bodle gechhe.